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

She pulled away only so much—gaze searching his. The words she spoke were intimate—and it surprised him in that moment the confidence in which she spoke this—as if she did not hesitate to simply appease him.

To try to make him feel better.

The grief of Moss pulled at him, and he found his forehead reaching forward to press to hers, eyes closing. “Why, Reverie?”

Why did she even think that? After everything he had done? He might have tried to protect her, but how much of that had she known?

Maybe there would never be an answer. Maybe, they would always fuse together in life much like oil and vinegar.

And maybe, that was okay, as long as at the end of the day, they looked out for one another.