Phantom Hollow Made of gold, I'll never love a

Try as she might, Reverie couldn't quite help herself; the moment settled from a frenzy into acceptance, relief — and, a bit bafflingly, grief. She'd hardly let herself think of Dusty Rose, much less miss him, but those feelings had never quite faded. It'd only been boxed away, stored for a later, safer date. There was no time to process feelings while survival was at stake.

Except, quite suddenly, there was. Reverie began to cry in earnest, burying her face in her husband's fur. I love you, She wept. So much. Oh - you could have been killed! The dancer clutched him more tightly.

I'll never let you out of my sight again. I'll fight a hundred cults if I have to.