Swiftcurrent Creek And the thousands of stars come out thousands of times

Reverie followed wherever @Lestan led; she saw nothing but him, and stayed close to his side. Between the drifting patches of nothingness that swept over her from moment to moment, she thought of many things. Mainly she thought of Lestan, and how she'd feared all along that he would turn away from her. But it wasn't him, it had never been him. She was the one who had run.
When they stopped, it was all Reverie could do to keep from throwing herself into his arms. He was hurt; she couldn't forget that. She turned to inspect his wounds again, and tried to remember the right plants. Most of them were under snow, but not all. Anxiety rose in her throat, sour and burning, but she pushed aside thoughts such as can I do this? and I can't look. She wanted to help.