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

She watched him in silence, and her eyes filled with tears, but all she could think was that Lestan had kept every promise he'd made to her. Even this one, even this terrible thing he'd done for her. Terrible not because he'd hurt Tybault, but because he'd put himself in danger. For her.
When he crept back she tried to speak and found herself unable; here, but mute. Reverie stepped toward him and reached out slowly, pressing her nose to his and then starting to clean the remnants of blood away from his mouth, his cheeks if he let her. Home, he'd said. She could hardly think, but she thought for a fierce second that she would have to keep this promise she'd made to him. This promise of home, something Reverie had run from not once but twice because she was, at her core, a coward. But if Lestan could be brave for her, then — maybe she could learn to be brave for him, too.