Swiftcurrent Creek My sacred pining whims, my sacred vining whims

Reverie closed her eyes to hold back the tears that threatened to drown her. It's fine, Arric, She lied, because she did not know what else to do. Her tears weren't really because of him, anyway. Arric's only true fault here was that he was not Lestan, that he did not say the things Lestan might have said.
I just wish - That Lestan was here. But she'd already said that, thought it, so very many times — and it changed nothing. Oh, it doesn't matter. She tucked her face alongside Blossom. Nothing mattered at all, except for her.