Swiftcurrent Creek Bonefish

Truly? Reverie was enchanted, and did not at all mind the slight sharpness to the young wolf's words. His sour demeanor reminded her a little bit of Tybault. She took in a small breath. What is it like there? I've been meaning to see it for myself, but - it'll be awhile, I think. Her tone turned somewhat wistful with the last words. A long while, if she was pregnant as she suspected.
But maybe Lestan would take her there one day. Maybe Akavir would take them both, as he'd said he would. All she had was maybes and hopes for the future, but for now it was the only thing keeping Reverie — sane, to be honest. Some days she thought that, despite her best efforts, she might lose her grasp on all the progress she'd made.
The blue-eyed boy indulged some of her questions, but eventually Reverie began to feel unwelcome and excused herself. She was nothing but friendly to the last, but left feeling quite rejected.