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

To say she was disappointed when Lestan's closeness was replaced with the hare leg he'd brought was an understatement, but Reverie tried to be grateful. She was hungry. Thank you, She said softly, and started to pick at the food because she knew from experience what would happen if she ate too quickly. Lestan explained what had happened, and she blushed a little, feeling inexplicably guilty to know that he knew what she had done with Arric.
It was only dancing, after all! But she had wanted to do more, hadn't she? She didn't care for Arric, not the way she did Lestan, but she had wanted him. Sitting here now with the true object of her affections and desires, she couldn't imagine why. Arric was pretty, yes, but Lestan...
She was distracted now, and forgot about her food entirely, and if Lestan was wearing clothes she would have been undressing him with her eyes. But considering they were all perpetually naked, she was just staring.