Hushed Willows Even if it makes me blind, I just wanna see the light

She'd always been perceptive in matters of the heart; she'd always seen the little signs of Reina's affection for her, but there had never been any room for it. That was still true. Reverie could only accept the Middleman's excuse with a faint, tired smile. There was too much sorrow in her, too much cold grey water filling her lungs and throat to feel anything else. She could think of nothing but getting through today. Just today.

Reverie tucked herself closer, burying her face in Reina's fur now. Just today. One day at a time until the fire had raged and burned itself out, and all that was left was to pick through the ashes and see what might grow anew. Maybe Reina would still be there. Maybe she would still look at Reverie and see an angel.