Swiftcurrent Creek Now you know I'm paper-thin

She was still sorting through how she felt about Arric when she started to hear it. A shuffling of sorts, she thought at first, as the Beta moved closer. But the distance dwindled and the sound clarified and Reverie realized what it truly was. A thousand voices, a thousand whispering threats.
Small gods.
Reverie fought the sudden urge to tense, to snap at Arric who she had only just invited near to her! She was shocked and horrified with herself, and that feeling was for now enough to immediately smother this uncharacteristic surge of aggression. It was fear that drove her, fear and the memory of fear. You will burn with me. She did not want to burn, not again, not ever again —
Somehow she managed to stay composed through all of it. Isn't she beautiful? I keep wondering if she'll have Lestan's eyes, The thought of Lestan stung, but not nearly so much as thoughts of that night in the cave. It seemed Reverie would forever be forced to choose the lesser hurt to focus on, just to keep her grasp on reality.