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

Depending on things Rev is either going to start talking again in this thread or in the morning..editing this in partially so I don't forget LOL

She felt vulnerable; exposed as Lestan shone light on this ugly place in her heart, this fearful flinching creature inside of her that fled wildly from the slightest touch of heat and warred constantly with the part of her that only wanted to love and be loved. Surely now that he really saw her, all of her, he would realize that she was not worthy of him. Except... he didn't. He only reassured her and pulled her against his chest.
Somewhere in the spaces between her shame to have left Lestan and her guilt to have stayed as long as she did, realization bloomed like blood in the water. She could not have both. It was either this: the warmth and security, the feeling of being understood, of being loved —
Or the freedom to run and let all of her problems dissolve in the breeze. The worry about Lestan, about Tybault, all of it. Her desire to safekeep the man she loved was, she felt, a selfish thing. If anything should happen to him... even the thought left her breathless. But to lose him entirely, to never see him again; she suddenly knew that she couldn't bear that either.
Reverie kissed him then, and wrapped herself around him, and hoped that this would say all that she could not, because her decision was already made. It wasn't even a decision, not really. Lestan's light had crept into every corner of her heart, brushing even the shadows now — and in rose-gold it lit the only path Reverie wanted to follow, the only path that felt truly safe.