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

She has a daughter.

There was no time to truly feel the way the words lanced through her chest. A daughter. Moss had a daughter, a baby, a little girl left behind, and Akavir was holding her more tightly now, and she felt a little dizzy and a little breathless but he'd kept it from her, he'd —

In the end Reverie was always helpless to a warm touch. Even the depth of her hurt couldn't keep her from unraveling into the embrace, eyes shining with tears that did not fall until she'd buried her own muzzle in his fur. For a long time she only wept quietly, and said nothing.