Swiftcurrent Creek Now you know I'm paper-thin

Reverie remained blissfully unaware of any reservations Arric might have had about her, and perhaps that was for the best. Of all the things people had thought of her and her wandering mind, no one had ever feared her before. It was not them she worried about, when her thoughts scattered and panic gripped her. She knew she would not hurt those she cared for.
She was less certain that she could avoid hurting herself.
But for now she was focused on thoughts of the ocean. How many days of travel? Reverie wondered, perking up a little to hear that the ocean was not far. And it was true, Blossom would grow, but — well, none of it mattered if Lestan did not come back.