Swiftcurrent Creek This is temporal, all we have is our temperament

She was more than happy to tuck herself in his embrace, a warmer hiding spot than the roots of a tree. Reverie had discovered from Moss that there was something addictive about the feeling of being held by someone who could easily encompass all of her in their embrace. It was one of the few times she could truly forget herself and the world. So she closed her eyes, soaked it in, and tried not to let her voice waver as she answered Arric.
None of this feels normal, Reverie admitted. I've been - so sick. And I guess that is normal, at least a little. Pregnancy is awful. But it's harder to - stay objective when I'm the one experiencing it. I don't feel objective. What she needed was a healer. But she could hardly fathom the thought of letting one near her.