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

Reverie couldn't help but smile back, settling her head on her paws now. She said nothing, but her eyes were warm on Dusty Rose.

For all that he spoke of loss, he was one of the few who had stayed. More than that, he was a streak of brightness among all the shadow, always bringing a smile to her face when he was near. She wouldn't make promises she couldn't keep. Not again. But she knew that she wanted to keep Dusty Rose close.

As close as she could, for as long as she could. That would have to be enough.