Hushed Willows negotiations breaking down, see those leaders start to frown

Mae was a silent presence at her father's flank. She, too, worried for what Reverie might think — but more so for what she would say. Not all of her stubbornness about seeing a healer had been specific to Arlette. It was one thing to assume she would never see again, and quite another to hear it from a trained healer.

But they were here now; she couldn't avoid it any longer. Mae remained close to Akavir as he called for Reverie, their fur brushing lightly. It was reassuring to feel his presence at her side. The only thing she could see was faint, blurred shadows among the willows.