Swiftcurrent Creek I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright

Reverie's mood darkened visibly, first with his mention of that first night and then with his mention of Moss. She didn't say anything, but neither did she try to hide in her expression that he was saying many of the wrong things.
Still, she was willing to entertain the suggestion if only because it would be, in a way, reclaiming some of what they had lost. The chance to make their home together; to build a life together. Reverie had done it alone until now, and though Moss had been at her side, she had never asked for her opinion or considered it any more highly than she might have considered Arric's or Tauris's opinions on how she raised her daughter. It was different with Lestan. Let's go look at it, then, She agreed, tone far lighter than her eyes. You can carry her.
Reverie reached for the herbs she had decided to take, ignoring the burn of hurt and humiliation to be reminded that he had not come with her that first night, and gestured for him to lead the way.