Rising Sun Valley Twirled into the arms of disgrace and then repelled

Haha sike.

Under the stars just beyond the border of Swiftcurrent Creek, two battles were fought; two battles were lost. Reverie resisted her descent with each stuttering step into that muffled darkness, grasping desperately for each fragment of drifting thought she found. Lestan, the only thing she could hold to; an urgency to the thought, but she did not know why. Did it matter, truly?
She didn't need Lestan. She didn't need any of them.
He needs you, something whispered from that fathomless dark, and she resisted it. She did not want to be needed! She did not want —
to leave him.
He needs you. Reverie closed her eyes. It wasn't as simple as just knowing, and deciding. It wasn't as easy as that. She had to fight for it, and she'd been fighting this for so long that she wasn't certain she remembered what it was to rest. Maybe that was why it was different this time; maybe all that effort had finally paid off in a way that really mattered.
Or maybe sometimes things just change. She didn't know. She only opened her eyes and realized that she saw Lestan, really saw him, and Tybault fleeing and blood everywhere —
And he really did need her just then, but she wished for a cold, terrified moment that she hadn't seen it.