Duck Lake No one dies from love; guess I'll be the first

He seemed shocked; dismayed. It felt vindicating, to see his obvious confusion and displeasure with the idea. Reverie had always felt that something was terribly wrong with the ways of The Gilded Sea, but no one had ever really confirmed it like this. Now Lestan was speaking about the present, then about his own birthplace. Loch Teine, she remembered.
It sounded like a dream. That... that's wonderful, She breathed, and then, unthinking: Why did you leave? He was here, after all, wasn't he? Just like she was. They had both left something behind, and suddenly she desperately wished to find some common ground there. His life sounded so idyllic compared to her own, it felt impossible; unfair.