Phoenix Maplewood why don't you move to the delta?

Quickly the mood went from convivial to grave. Lily's face fell as he described their hardships, listing off numerous setbacks, and she shook her head, blinking slowly at him. God, I'm so sorry for you all, the blackbird said, meaning it. That is an awful lot to deal with. And with winter coming. . . No one can blame you for being worried.

She lifted her chin slightly, giving him an inquisitive look. He didn't seem the type to take charity readily, but when push came to shove, perhaps he would give. Elysium is a sanctuary, Lily continued. Above everything else, we want to help. If Morningside came to the willows, we could help? she offered, not sure how he would react. She was a little nervous that he would be affronted.

Pride so often had a way of stonewalling practicality.