Swiftcurrent Creek A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man

Baggage to unpack! It took every ounce of willpower Reverie possessed to avoid reacting to Arric's words. She did not care if Lestan had baggage to unpack; she did too, and yet she had done it here. For all her flightiness and all her avoidance, Reverie had not left him the way she'd feared she would. But then, she couldn't have left him with this burden, could she? It was easy for him to walk away, but she was stuck with this — this future she had only chosen because she thought Lestan would be there for it.
As Moss had so eloquently put it: fuck him.
Reverie suddenly did not want to discuss Lestan. Let's talk about something else, She suggested quietly. I - I actually have a question for you! What is spring? I hear everyone talking about it all the time, and I know the snow melting means it's here, but I don't know much else about it!