Hushed Willows nunca me acuerdo de olvidarte

Lily was content to take a backseat in the conversation, smiling and nodding along with the general rhythm of things as Olive did a good job of explaining it all. Was Abeja—Dulce?—here to stay? Or merely just passing through, gathering information as she went?

The blackbird hoped it was the former. The willows were overrun by youngsters, who were quite delightful, but couldn't really fend for or feed themselves. They needed adults to care for them, and there seemed to be somewhat of a dearth of such, as of late.

feel free to skip her going forward!