Phantom Hollow As fresh as a daisy,

No. The answer didn't surprise her. Hunst didn't strike her as a man who often dreamed for himself. In all the time she'd known him, only once had he chosen his own path; even then she wondered if his decision had truly been his own. Did it count if it was for the good of another?

Do you want to? Reverie shifted to press more of her flank against his own, shivering lightly at the touch of his warmth to her cold fur. What would he choose for himself, if he could? She couldn't help but wonder, she who had fought so bitterly for her right to choose for herself.