Swiftcurrent Creek Fuck love, got too many reasons

Arric spoke of violence, not seeming to understand that this was the exact outcome she wanted to avoid. Even winning a fight didn't come without cost. She had almost become a healer, she knew this. But she knew too that he was trying to be kind, particularly when he assured her that she was not alone.
So Reverie smiled wearily. It's easy to forget, sometimes, How long had she spent with no one at all to care what she wanted, what was best for her? Now it seemed everyone she met cared in one way or another, whether they had a reason to care or not. It was overwhelming; it made her feel needy and selfish more often than not, because it was just too much caring. That was the thing about spending your whole life believing that even neglect is a state of asking too much. Even the smallest kindness felt simultaneously like uninvited affection and a debt owed. She was learning, though, that this was normal. It was Reverie who was odd. Thank you, Arric.