Hushed Willows tomorrow never comes until it's too late

It was a stolen moment between them both—accepted that this was all he deserved from her. For now, when she spoke, he allowed his eyes to close only a brief moment, recalling his worries that he would never hear her voice again as it was.

“Yup,” he agreed—withholding the slightest sense of dread in the pit of his stomach, for reasons perhaps he was unwilling to visit. Reverie’s disappointment in him was not a strange feeling or event—he would easily bear the potential brunt of this encounter for his daughter. And somehow, Swiftcurrent Creek would make it up to Hearthwood for it’s assistance for one of theirs.

Mae had always been one of theirs, even if she hadn’t felt it.