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

He loved her.
Lestan loved her, and for a moment she couldn't breathe. I - Reverie's breath caught and she buried herself in his arms. I love you. And she realized then why the feeling unsettled her so; she always would, and there was nothing she could do about it. And maybe it wouldn't work out, maybe she wouldn't marry Lestan in the end. If not him, then no one at all. It wasn't the scariest thought she'd ever had. Reverie didn't need romance in her life. She could live without it; truth be told she'd figured, for a very long time now, that she would. But it was nerve-wracking to only get one chance, the only chance she would ever give herself.
But for now all she could do was hold him close and see what came next.