Sunspire Mountains You know we could put them all to shame

The coywolf had always been just a little bit skeptical about Dad and the flower eater's relationship. Not that he didn't believe in love or anything — he knew they loved him, after all. Their romance had just struck him over and over again as too good to be true. As manufactured, because they were both in need of something that didn't truly exist. No one was made for anyone else. They just had to find someone to match up their selfish bits to as best as they could.

Right?

So Dusty Rose regarded Reverie with a suspicious squint for a moment after she'd spoken, uncomfortable with the sweep of empathy and kinship he'd felt in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to say something like, Tough shit or That's rough, buddy, but the words wouldn't come out the way he wanted them to.

"What did you do for the dead on the plains?" he asked her instead.