Swiftcurrent Creek moonhold

"reverie," lestan corrected, not harshly, and with a sigh besides! "we like each other mutually but — the logistics of everything have been hard to parse." he blinked and now it was the mayfair's turn to eye the giant man.
"i smelled jakoul. she even let me close, not so close though." his brow furrowed. "are — do you mean to say she and akavir ...?"