Swiftcurrent Creek My sacred pining whims, my sacred vining whims

At the sight of him she pressed forward and sought to bury herself in his chest fur, trembling. Arric! That - that woman - you have to keep her away from me! Reverie was stammering, barely coherent. She wants her, she wants my daughter. None of this would have happened, she thought, if only Lestan hadn't left her.
And so she blamed him for the fear she felt now. She blamed him for the fact that she needed to turn to Arric, to Moss; it was left to them to keep the promises Lestan had made. Reverie only hoped they would understand what she needed right now.