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

I'm sorry.

Tears filled her eyes all over again. All thought fled her. It was pure feeling which drove her to reach out, ever hesitant when it came to Akavir — to reach out, against all reason, to hug him if he'd let her. It didn't matter if he returned the embrace.

It's not your fault, Her voice wavered, but she meant it. It's not. It never was.

Whether he would ever speak it aloud or not, Reverie understood now that he still cared for her. In some small way, he cared. At least enough to feel remorse for her past suffering even now. Whatever else happened, she wouldn't forget that.