Swiftcurrent Creek We could dance our tears away, emancipate ourselves

Reverie frowned. It felt like a cheap answer, and she wasn't sure what to do with it. Why else would Lestan leave without a single word to her? For the first time it occurred to her that Lestan himself might come back claiming that nothing was wrong between them, and that thought frustrated her.
She didn't say anything, lost in thought and wary now of Arric and his advice. It couldn't be a problem only in her own head. It just couldn't. Surely it wasn't normal, what Lestan had done — and Reverie wasn't normal either, she knew that, but she had tried. When the time came to have difficult conversations, they had always been of her own initiation. It seemed to her as if Lestan had chosen to run instead, when his own time came to initiate a difficult conversation. Whether it was about him or about her, it didn't matter. Whatever it was, he had left rather than speak to her about it, after Reverie herself had tried so hard to make the opposite decision each time it arose. And no matter what Arric or anyone said, she would not change her mind about this.