Swiftcurrent Creek Keep it cool; what's the name of this club?

Reverie took Blossom now and curled at the far end of the den, as far away from Lestan as she could get. I'll send you back to Kvarsheim. The sound of breaking; always breaking, always for him.
You weren't even here, She said bitterly. I suffered for her - I bled for her, burned for her!
And I can't die, don't you know that? Reverie laughed softly, but there was no humor to it. She wasn't looking at Lestan anymore; instead she looked at Blossom. Maybe you don't. I wasn't going to take Blossom anywhere; she'll be weaned in a few weeks. But don't worry. I won't leave. There was something empty about her voice, then. Not because she did not mean her words, but because something had died in her. She had meant to protect her family, and she had even given him the grace of speaking to him before she left, something he had not done for her.
Now all she could do was think about those words.
I'll send you back to Kvarsheim. Without her.
She wondered if Lestan even understood the depth of the wound he had inflicted.