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

The brightness flared.
If he had hurt me, Lestan, I would have run - and I would want you to do the same, The light reached her eyes now and they burned with an intensity she could not muster for anything else. Not desperation; fervency. She does need us both, and I don't trust him. I don't trust any of them. I tried.
She took in a sharp breath and reached for moss to clean up the blood. It was beginning to slow, which she was relieved for; what she did not tell Lestan was that there was truly nothing to be done in the moment. It would take time for any remedies to help. But at least this way, he would calm down.
I'm fine, She asserted, the light fading from her eyes now. This is nothing compared to when Blossom was born. I'll be okay. I don't even feel any different, really. A lie; she was in pain, but Reverie wouldn't let him see that. He was already so worried.