Emberwood We'll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom

For a time she only left him there with his grief and the fragile promise of new life. This wasn't about their awkward attempts at finding some kind of stable ground to stand on when they spoke to one another. This was about Moss; this was about healing, one painful, salt-laden step at a time.

They were all healing from one hurt or another, Reverie had realized. And if she'd found a foothold to help along the way, if she'd created one through her own blood and tears, why not share it? Why not help, just a little?

...

Reverie returned some time later, carrying two delicate long-stemmed flowers. She offered one to Akavir, and kept the other for herself, pausing to regard the sapling solemnly for a moment before she placed the flower at its skinny base. She hoped that Moss knew, wherever she was now, that those who loved her had not forgotten her.