Swiftcurrent Creek Holding me back, gravity's holding me back

Reverie wasn't sure how to feel about Akavir's response to her. He was considerate enough, but only in the way of someone with good intentions; it didn't feel like he really cared. She got the sense that he was a good person at heart, and that counted for something, but Reverie suddenly did not want to be near him. She didn't know what to do with this utter lack of warmth. It was difficult not to question her place here at all when she felt no connection to the man who led them, despite her best efforts.
As quickly as she'd opened up to him, she closed herself off. Thank you, but I - I'm sure Lestan will help me with that, Reverie forced herself to stand on her own, shakily, stepping away from the tree. I should go back to him, he's probably worried... If Akavir didn't have anything else to say to her, she was ready to abandon their interaction and remind herself, in Lestan's company, what it was like to be looked at with warmth.