Swiftcurrent Creek rain for the water gods

Akavir zeroed in on her with a focus that almost sent Reverie into a panic. She looked away, pressing into Lestan's shoulder as he pulled her closer, and was grateful to hear Arric's intervention. Her answer would not change, but she wanted to give it properly as much as Akavir seemed to want to hear it properly. So they would speak again later.
For now she only wanted to be with Lestan. Nothing else could hold her attention, not for more than a few tenuous moments. The blood on him unsettled her, but she spared no thought for it as their fur mingled. It was more important that they stay close.