Emberwood let's have some fun this beat is sick

Had she said her grandparents? A slip of her tongue, or maybe the exhaustion from tending to Reverie was taking its toll. Dusty Rose didn't need to know she'd gotten half her name from her aunt and not her grandmother, though, and he'd never meet either of them for those details to really matter, so she shrugged that away and simply said, Dhani and Chelhia, and left it at that.

Dusty Rose followed her without complaint, and she was glad for this. Husbands could be both stubborn and unhelpful, but this man seemed to hold neither bad bone in him. A breath of fresh air, really, and it would soften her approach. If he was teachable, then he was far more useful to her both now and in the longer term.

How much do you know about healing? she asked, after they'd buried the blood soaked rags and now washed their paws in a nearby creek, Have you ever done it before? She could show him more than dabbing the blood away from Reverie's wounds, if he had the ears and interest to listen.