Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

She heard Moss's long exhale, and wondered if she'd made the woman hate her. The thought was like a weight dropping in her chest; what would Lestan think? Would Akavir decide that she did not belong here? Reverie increasingly fought the threat of tears, certain that she had already ruined everything —
Moss spoke, and the weight lifted in a rush of oh! She doesn't hate me! She —
Sinks like a rock, apparently. Reverie glanced at her with eyes only shining a little bit, a curious sideways look as she considered this. If you had feathers, you might float, She said thoughtfully, thinking of duck feathers. You know, like ducks. I wish I could just - sit on the water like that! Oh, there she went, being odd again —
Her ears flattened and she slipped in a prompt Sorry. I don't mean to be - weird. What um, what sort of things do you like to do, Moss? For fun? It was best if they talked about what Moss wanted to talk about, she thought. Then maybe Reverie could try to have a normal conversation with her.