Swiftcurrent Creek We could dance our tears away, emancipate ourselves

Reverie nodded in response to his thanks, feeling suddenly tired. Her own sleeping schedule was all askew now that she spent most of her waking hours confined to a den. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept, but — she hated sleeping. Somewhere along the way she had come to associate the activity with Lestan. Sleeping without him felt wrong and lonely in a way she could hardly stand, and even Moss's presence did not alleviate it.
Sometimes she dreamed of his scent. It was one of the things she missed most when she thought of him. Reverie continued to groom Blossom, falling deeper into thought and further into a quiet sort of melancholy as she considered the fact that she would need to sleep soon, and did not want to at all.