Shadowheart

I wouldn't call it silly.

[ he keeps walking through the mirrors, watching the dream-like memory as it's reflected in its haze for them to see. his other hand is out to make sure they don't run into any of them, treating it like a maze that they need to get out of, rather than just a funhouse meant for play. ]

It has left a mark on your soul, this memory - and the wolf. That isn't silly. [ no matter the manner of beasts that she's fought, this is so deeply ingrained in her pysche that he doesn't blame her for the fear. especially considering the scene that follows, as she's steered away by the woman in the mask. the spears, the sound of pain, and the - ]

... especially when the wolf can take the form of a man.