Hushed Willows [m] But don't stop dancing, don't dare stop

A fiery-coated woman snapped at him as she passed. Tybault bared his own teeth, quick with his rejoinder: She's my sister, and I'm not going anywhere.

The cries from within the den distracted him in the next moment. He wouldn't pretend to understand what was happening. But he knew the scent of blood, the sound of his sister's sobs, the air of solemnity that now surrounded the den. Whatever was going on, it wasn't normal. It never was with Reverie.

How many times had he nearly lost her forever?

All he could do was keep his post outside the den, steeling himself for what came next.