Emberwood Girls, they wanna have fun

Daylily. Oh, she hated that he always knew how to melt her defenses away. She hated it nearly as much as she loved him. Reverie sighed softly, creeping closer to press her forehead against Dusty Rose's shoulder.

That's my middle name. Daylily, She murmured. A second, slightly more drawn out sigh slipped from her before she added: Alright. We can take her. But if - if she tries anything - or if she even stares at you too much, I'll eat her face. I will. Perhaps not the most menacing of threats, coming from one whose throat was still a bloodied mess, but Dusty Rose had surely seen enough of Reverie's stubbornness to know she meant it.

She tensed slightly as another thought struck her. Where - where should we go? I know of a few places, I think, but... I want to go somewhere no one will bother us. The desert, perhaps. Boone had hated it there, but maybe Dusty Rose would welcome the familiarity.