Swiftcurrent Creek I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore

Reverie looked up sharply at the sound of another's approach, but — ah, only Jasmine. Hello, She greeted mildly, tail sweeping across the ground in an idle gesture of friendliness. Her head tilted slightly; she could not help but wonder what she was doing so near to her den. Had she come to speak with her? Greet Lestan, perhaps?
Lestan is asleep, I think, Reverie told her, grasping the only assumption that made sense to her. If you've come to see him. And he is mine, she thought with an abrupt surge of possessiveness. Jasmine was pretty enough, delicate in ways Reverie was not, not anymore. Suppose Lestan found more appeal in her? But she guarded these jealous thoughts closely, and was nothing but amiable to Jasmine.