Swiftcurrent Creek Or you don't have friends, you have a nation

There as a sadness that had always clung to Reverie. Etienne had not known her well, but the brief meetings. She had held the worlds hurt like armor and yet the spikes turned inward and ripped her anew each injustice. She hurt adn took it all too personally. But Could Etienne even judge really. Look at him.

He gathered her to himself. Sharp tang of herbs and all. Paws dirty from the grit and loam. Leaves stuck probably in his fur. Dat it is.

Etienne studied her. You be leavin again so soon? Wut you be needed to do dat you can't be safe too?

Etienne nodded and motioned at the herbs. I be gat'erin' 'erbs. I be dryin dem. Gotta bundle em and 'ang em.