Stone Circle silverweave

He noticed immediately. Reverie slowed to a stop, a little miffed, but her disappointment was immediately swept away by the horror in his voice and her own distress to hear it. She noticed that he'd been holding something only because he dropped it, but before she could even wonder what it was, Lestan was there. She winced when he embraced her, but then she felt his warmth and realized how cold she was. She started to shiver. Then she started to cry.
She had felt okay, she had felt stronger and more capable, and now someone else was here and she was realizing all at once that she was not any of those things. The only thing she'd managed to do was survive. Barely, she thought, and that was what broke her.
Lestan's embrace became her anchor; she leaned into him, suddenly feeling the full weight of the time she'd spent alone and wounded. Kvarsheim doesn't have a healer, Reverie whispered through quiet tears, because it was all she could think to say. She blinked, a little startled by her own voice, and found some of her lost composure. But I'm okay. I can treat it myself. I was going to be a healer once, have I ever told you that? Not anymore, but... Lestan, it's okay, really.
Was she trying to soothe him, or herself? She wasn't sure if it would work either way.