Emberwood let's have some fun this beat is sick

He'd done his best to be helpful, but sometimes that meant just getting out of the way and allowing the healer-wolf to do her thing. There was something about the shape of @Dhalia's ears that called out to him, and when he'd looked into her face to find a mirror there, he'd decided he would trust her.

Not that there were many other choices.

Dusty Rose was nearby when the woman pronounced Reverie stable. Though he wasn't sure he liked the tone nor the look on her face, he was able to convince himself he was imagining it, and he took heart in the fact that she was going to be okay. He came back to her side and tried not to let his mouth tremble at the terrible stillness of her. Had Dad looked like this on the day that he died?

"Thank you," he murmured, soft and quiet. He peeled his eyes away from his lover's face to look at the healer woman instead. "Dhalia, right? That's..." One of our daughters. "That's pretty. Real pretty."