Emberwood There's no such thing as time to kill, nor time to throw away

Her expression darkened as Dusty Rose went on, and all at once it dawned on her — coyotes were only a half-step up from vermin by the teachings of The Gilded Sea. Reverie had never truly believed that. She hadn't thought Tybault would either.

But her disappointment in her brother was a matter for another time. Reverie rolled onto her back once more, this time angling herself closer to Dusty Rose. She stretched languidly, porcelain fur glinting under the light. It wasn't lost on her that this was a vulnerable position to be in. A show of trust, then — but it was more than that.

Don't, She said softly. Don't get used to it. You're worth more than that.