Swiftcurrent Creek We could dance our tears away, emancipate ourselves

Reverie frowned. You're not a jerk, She countered quietly. Arric could be harsh at times, and Reverie herself had dealt with hurt feelings caused by his words more than once, but she didn't think he'd done anything to deserve this. Maybe he had made a mistake — but she felt that the woman who'd attacked him was ultimately the one in the wrong. She knew she was biased, though.
Honestly, she was beginning to realize that it wouldn't really matter to her even if Arric had done something terrible. Reverie thought, not for the first time, that she was changing; she wasn't certain she liked it. But there was nothing to be done for it. She lapsed into silence, and took to grooming Blossom while she waited for Arric to finish eating. She was lost in thought now, lost in the realization that things like stability and loyalty had become more important to her than what was right or wrong.