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

"and i would never — send you away. part you from one another. i don't know why i said it and i'm sorry."
a breath. he pressed her paw. "i believe you," was what lestan said first, once reverie had finished. it made a miserable sort of sense to him; miserable in the conception that he believed in the fae and the wildwood and the glen from which lasher had come.
truth in the way down to her name that reverie had always been otherworldly. suddenly his eyes were brimming as he thought of her disappearance, not in death but back to the place from where she had come.
"i-i'm not afraid to die," though he quite feared pain, having been through a good deal of it. 
"if you burn i will catch fire too, i fear, reverie," lestan uttered, a quick small humorless smile decorating his muzzle.