Witch's Marsh Unrequited

Hunst watched from the shadows, his pale eyes cold but not unkind. He saw the way she tore at the earth, her frustration raw and unchecked. For a moment, he lingered in silence, pondering the turmoil within her. Then, stepping into the open, his heavy footsteps breaking the stillness, he spoke in a low, deliberate voice.

You've got your reasons, I can tell that much. But what’s really eating at you?

He stood a few paces away, his gaze unwavering, offering no judgment. His voice was even, though the weight of the unspoken promise hung between them.

And don’t worry, this stays between us. Beckoning that Reverie wouldn't find out.