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

His touch was unexpected, but not unwelcome; Reverie settled into the embrace with a certain hesitance born of habit, but she found it warm and inviting, safer than she'd expected to feel at Akavir's side. But she knew him, didn't she? At least enough to trust this, to trust that he meant this.

So she settled and she listened. In many ways it was nothing like her own experience with Moss. No one had needed to beckon the silent warrior to her side. She'd simply been there.

And she heard that word — tried. She wanted to ask. Yet she felt somewhat as if she'd only just earned her first security clearance level, and this was far beyond. So again she stifled what she truly wanted to say.

Her sister - Ruby, Reverie murmured, remembering. She told me a little about her. About how she had died. About how hard it was for her after - after Ruby died.

Quietly Reverie recounted Moss's words to her then, spoken to soothe Reverie's own grief for her lost sister. Maybe they would bring some measure of comfort to Akavir now.