Hushed Willows We crumble and fall, but we don’t break

The pack, too, Reverie nodded solemnly, grateful for Reina's understanding but seeing her hesitation. The whole pack would hesitate, she knew. Perhaps not all of them would follow. We'll lose some of them, I'm sure. But I can't raise my daughters with his ghost. I'll - I'll go mad if I stay here. A tremulous, humorless laugh followed the words. She'd already gone a little mad, she thought.

She still glimpsed the bird sometimes.

It's like... he took everything with him. And it's still here, all of it, but not in the same way, Her eyes burned with the beginning of tears. A too-fast, frantic sort of laughter bubbled from her. But she stifled it quickly. I can't - She tried to steady her breathing. I - I'm trying so hard not to think about it. I can't grieve right now. I can't, because I know that I'll break when I do. And I have to -

Reverie was calming already, steadying herself. Her eyes found her newest daughters. I have to be strong for them.