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

"i am now," and something cracked inside lestan as he watched reverie retreat from him. he could not take back what he had said; he could only amend it.
in the manner of a sniffling man adjusting a too-large waistcoat, he straightened. "anyone can die. you don't know what i — went through, out there. how i struggled to come back."
but enough self-pity. he stood and cleared his throat. "i am going to ask arric to come here. we can — discuss this another time. please know i would never part you from blossom unless the situation necessitated it, reverie."
he knew he would not be invited here again, and so he made mental plans to sleep elsewhere. he had destroyed things again, perhaps forever, but he — he had done so in protection of blossom. 
lestan left and went to seek the healer, now worrying that in the night reverie would run away with their child.
ironically, it was still only for his golden fairy he worried.