Stone Circle Sweet Sunrise

Oh! He was so kind; Reverie suddenly felt horribly guilty. They were all so accepting, so gentle with her here. Why couldn't she just be normal?
But the tight, anxious feeling sitting in her chest simply would not leave. I don't know if - I can be a pack wolf, Just like that she was crying again, small tears that fell quickly. She thought of the bear, and her wounds, and hoped Gunnar hadn't noticed. She thought of being alone in the snow, forever. I never have before, and I realized I've been away too much, but I think if I stayed here I would be miserable. I've always traveled. And... well, I have so many things to figure out. I don't know what kind of trade I should learn. I don't know - what I want. In general, I guess! She was frustrated with herself.
But I don't want to leave Bjarna, or abandon Kvarsheim. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry, She really was terrible, wasn't she? Maybe she should have brought this to someone else, someone who wasn't as involved in her decision, but Gunnar seemed so fatherly. And besides... who else did she have? Bjarna was not an option. Lestan, she felt, would be no help in this — not when he seemed so determined to keep their lives separate. She understood it, but she was afraid that he would filter any conversation about it through a lens of us and this, and that just wouldn't be productive. Maybe she wasn't being fair to him, but she wasn't ready to find out just yet. It felt better to play it safe. Except now she was realizing that playing it safe meant being selfish and terrible to Gunnar. She was realizing that no matter what she chose, it was selfish, because she was being selfish. Again.
But she needed this, and she was tired of saying no to herself. She'd already done it for so long.