Stone Circle Love from the other side of the apocalypse

No this is perfect <3

Of the words Bjarna returned to her, Reverie only understood two of them from her lesson with Gunnar. The sentence could have meant anything, because she missed the most important piece, but she felt the tone of it like gentle heat to a bruise, and winced even as she welcomed the warmth.
She realized she didn't know what to do, and all at once felt overwhelmed. She felt helpless to express her feelings, and realized that it was partially her own fault. If she spent more time here, learning — but she didn't want to! She wanted freedom, she wanted to roam and be unknown, she wanted the world — ! Reverie pulled from the embrace and started to cry, because wanting these things meant wanting to leave Bjarna. And she didn't. But Bjarna was a pack wolf, a real one, and Reverie was learning that packs meant quite a bit to her kind. Packs were a part of their identity, they were — their homes, their families, all tied into one. It was almost like The Gilded Sea had been, just a different way of life, and that made it more difficult to swallow in some ways. She couldn't ask Bjarna to follow her into the unknown, to leave Gunnar and the others. But she couldn't stay, and she couldn't leave, either. For the moment, she could only cry.