Swiftcurrent Creek golden

lestan nodded, frowning. he believed her, but the wolves at the stone circle were so kind.
he wondered if akavir would mind horrendously if an extended patrol was added to the edge of kvarsheim, just for the time being.
he did not trust this unviolent wounded woman who had told the golden fairy to run.
"of course i worry, reverie," he breathed out, coming closer. he pressed his forehead gently against her own. "i'm very good at it you know."