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

lestan did not question her. perhaps he felt he understood, or perhaps he understood enough if not everything. "it's all right," he said softly, drawing reverie close against him, against his heartbeat.
but inside him there was a small self-loathing for not knowing inherently what he might do for her. he had protected her and brought her to a place where tybault could not come, but it had not pulled her from her glass coffin.
he was silent, only reverently aware of her and them now in this.