Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Nothing will stop me; you crave the creature in me

lestan's cheek tightened, for he was thinking of tybault, pinning all to tybault, to the robbing of his golden fairy to the sleeplessness that kept her in tears and wandering. "if you say you are getting better here, then we will stay," he decided resolutely. "and i will keep — we will simply continue."
he must assume there was a future of peace for reverie, and pulled her into the warmth of his own arm.