Swiftcurrent Creek first watering

The child. Not their child. Reverie hid her frown in their closeness. Blossom. Rose Blossom Mayfair, She told him softly, though his reassurances still did not quiet her fear. Reverie had seen the anger in Akavir, had felt the way Moss loomed in disapproval over her. She had never felt any friendship from the former, and knew the latter would hate her now that she had chosen Lestan. She feared the consequences of their ire.
But she tried not to linger on it, for Lestan's sake. Instead she traced her nose through his fur, reminding herself that he was here. He had come back to her. He wanted her. Why hadn't it sunk in yet? Why didn't she feel any better at all? She closed her eyes and tried to reach for that familiar warm feeling. I thought of you every day, Reverie murmured. Tell me about - your dreams. It had seemed important to him.