Rising Sun Valley Wake me

Reverie was a little surprised at Tauris's assertion, and thought then of Moss. She'd always assumed that it would be different for women in other places. She'd always tried to avoid thinking the worst of anyone. But it seemed that the women she met here all felt similarly about men, similarly to the way it had always felt in The Gilded Sea. So maybe... men everywhere were the same, too?
She still felt Lestan was different, though. He was a man who spoke gently and cried openly, one who wore his worries and his affections both on his sleeve. He was so very unlike any man she'd ever known, and despite how badly she wanted to take comfort in Tauris's words, she did not want to blame him entirely for this. It would have been easy, but it wouldn't have been right.
It was bad enough that she resented him, after all. Reverie loved him enough to feel guilty for that, and for painting him in such a terrible light to Tauris. She closed her eyes and only soaked in the closeness for a moment. The thing is, Reverie said softly when she finally spoke. Well, I'm kind of the crazy one. I have problems with - a lot of things. Commitment. Regulating my emotions. Knowing what's real and what isn't.
I was out of control when I came to the Creek. I hadn't been sleeping or eating properly for... a long time. I wasn't thinking clearly. Lestan was pretty upset about it, She grimaced a little at the memory. I asked him a couple weeks ago. Asked if I was making him unhappy. He didn't say no. He said he didn't know what to do for me.
So I just started pretending to be normal, which is a lot harder than it sounds. After the first week I started feeling better. Not fixed, but better. But he didn't, She sighed. I feel alone.