Swiftcurrent Creek first watering

lestan could find little fault in what she said, what she shared. of course it stung to hurt that she had moved on so very swiftly, or been ready for it. that she had hurt moss was not inconsquential either. but he listened on in silence.
reverie had been led to try and rid herself of this child. lestan softened in anger at himself and chagrin for her. she went on to reveal that akavir had been caught in it. 
the pack was indeed tense. he would not lie and say it was not. "you didn't lose me," he half-pleaded, and was scared now that she leaned so into him and not the little child at her side, the one he could scarcely believe was his very own.
"i'll — talk to akavir. we'll have all this sorted and handled, reverie, i'm here now." and here he must remain, the golden deer clamped beneath the floorboards of his mind if need be. "i am so sorry i wasn't — that i wasn't here. for you." an inhale, exhale.
"as for her, i'll find her." hadn't he done away with tybault?