Rising Sun Valley Leave me in the afterglow, the dew of dying stars

She didn't hear him, but she felt his closeness, his warmth. After some time it finally registered, truly reached her, and she relaxed and leaned against him. Her eyes closed. A step back toward reality, but Reverie was still far away. Somewhere dark and quiet, not trapped in memories but not free either. She drifted in that place and thought of nothing.
Little by little it trickled back to her, cracks of sunlight through the dark. She was aware first that she existed, and second that she did not want to. Lestan was here for a third, and by the fourth she was overwhelmed but could not help remembering: Tybault. Ophelia. She'd been afraid, and then hurt, and then nothing at all. It all came back so quickly, but Reverie was no less a prisoner for the knowledge. She sighed. These little gestures would be all she gave for several hours.