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

her pleas brought him back, sickened, tremulous. "i —"
"i'm not leaving," he said quietly, trying to soothe himself as much as her. "just for now, to find arric."
her heart fluttered for him. his beat for her. "i don't intend to be gone like that again. only injury kept me away. but i cannot — we need help."
his eyes grew cool, not hardened, but skimming toward wintry breeze. "please do not leave. stay here. this is our home," and he was too exhausted by the idea of hunting for her again to feel so warm this time.