Hushed Willows But damn girl, since you've come around

Reverie had settled them—and while he had wished to hover nearby like a mother hen as Reverie patched his daughter up, he chose to grace them with privacy… Believing Mae perhaps just needed the gilded woman’s presence just as much as a healing touch.

It also allowed him a moment of reprieve. His anxiety churning each time he was in the presence of Reverie, and after a stressful journey, he found the stolen moments of quiet as a time to reflect on the recent events that had happened—the silent promise he already had to find the man who did this and ensure retribution was made.

Night settled—Akavir lay pressed to a tree, one paw rubbing at the side of his face and temple, trying to rid his headache. When he heard the quiet steps, he paused, glancing up as she spoke his name—limned against the evening sky—and he felt the fatigue press upon him then.

“Yeah,” he murmured—already expecting the accusations to come forward but still meeting her gaze.