The Sunspire As long as you are funky at heart

Oh, Reverie breathed, dismayed and concerned and guilty all at once. To think she had bothered him at a time like this! I'm so sorry. Do you - need anything? Or would it be better for me to leave? There wasn't much she could do; there wasn't much anyone could do, but the question was worth asking. Even if they barely knew each other, even if what Phox needed went beyond the faint connection between them. The point of a friendship, she thought, was to be there even when it wasn't an easy thing to do. Any relationship, really. Shying away at the start seemed like a cowardly thing to do, to her; a sign that there the friendship would fizzle, because there wasn't really any commitment there, or even an intention of commitment. So she had to offer, at least.