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

They were not alone! Reverie flushed more deeply than ever and ducked her head, unable to meet anyone's eyes while they spoke. She wanted them to leave. Akavir and Arric were kind, but she was finding it more impossible with each day to keep her mind away from what she had shared with Lestan. Maybe that was the real reason she'd wanted Arric; she'd wanted that closeness, and Lestan was not there.
She would have to avoid actualizing that almost-mistake. Reverie composed herself with some effort, and looked up at the pair of dark-furred men just long enough to say, Thank you - both of you, And she did not allow her gaze to linger on Arric. Instead she looked back to Lestan, and saw him smiling, and her heart leapt. Please leave, she thought a little desperately, directed at Akavir and Arric. Anyone in Lestan's shoes with two brain cells to rub together should have been terrified.