Shadow Mountain [m] And I think that she knows, I'm out of control

Reverie nodded as he spoke, hot tears welling in her eyes for a moment. They faded just as quickly. Steady as the mountains beneath her feet, Hunst often seemed as if he might outlast even the oldest stone. Hadn't River promised as much?

When the time comes, he'd told her, Hunst will not question you.

What he hadn't told her was why. The Sea-Snakes had refused to meet with any ambassador before Reverie. Her arrival had been a blessing for Witch Island; not only had the Sea-Snakes welcomed her, they'd joined the war, sent one of their own to travel alongside her, all the while never answering that single most important question. Why her?

Hunst would not tell her now, she thought, even if he knew it himself. She'd asked so many times. River had only ever smiled in response.

Instead of asking again she drew herself up with a soft exhale. I'll need to wrap this, She murmured. It'll heal alright if I keep it clean. I have what I need at the cavern. Reverie beckoned for Hunst to follow.

Why did you choose to come?

This was a question she hadn't yet asked.

River told me he could have sent someone else.

Hunst had been his first choice, he'd said, but he wouldn't force the man to do anything. It'd seemed a surprise to River when Hunst had agreed. Reverie, truthfully, hadn't paid enough attention to be surprised. Everything had still been a haze then. But now she was curious.