Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Got to let go, we can dance like there's no tomorrow

Lestan! And food! She'd been alone, but quite suddenly she wasn't, and the smell of what he'd brought was overwhelming to her but even that didn't matter when she caught sight of him. Nothing mattered but that he was here, and sitting beside her, and now she was sitting up too quickly and pressing herself to him as if she might never get the chance again.
He asked how she felt. Happy to see you, Reverie mumbled, and meant it. That was all she let herself feel for a moment. She would deal with the rest of it later, whatever had happened with Arric and whatever was wrong with her. And if her stomach rumbled a little in protest, she just hoped Lestan couldn't hear it, because... embarrassing!