Emberwood [m] You already know that it's hard to find gold in this crap disco

He hadn't even thought about Reverie's health before speaking. He only knew that puppies were so perilously hard to keep alive, once they left their mother's body. He had precious few experiences with puppies or pregnant women, but stories about the trials and tribulations of those first months still haunted him.

His jaws parted in thought, but instead of speaking, he combed his teeth into Reverie's fur. He didn't like her anxiety and worked at once to assuage it.

"Show me," he encouraged. He'd never tried healing before, but he supposed that being everything to each other necessitated the development of certain skills. "I'll take care of you."

Those words were more vulnerable than he wanted to be with anyone, but he found himself compelled to speak as such to Reverie. When he did, he so often received feedback that made something in him glow.

"I sorta thought Boone was her dad," he said of Blossom. "He — left you? 'Cause you were bleeding?"

He was not sure he understood. It sounded like the last kind of situation one would leave their loved on in.