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

the glance became a look; lestan saw all of reverie in her, as if she had detached a piece of herself and set it away. and there was none of him; an ache for that, but blessed in its own way.
"we could p-put a little shelf here, for your herbs." by the entrance. "and the denmouth itself is quite wide. exposed," he said with a frown, turning toward the spacious mouth of the cave. "i could bring willow branches for that, i think."
some furs on the floor, a cache dug nearby. it would be as good a home as anything. he gave reverie a hesitant look of extreme warmth. "why don't i leave you both to get settled," he said carefully, pausing to ensure she would not cry out at it again. "i need to g-gather. i need to bring things, together, and — well, i need to work, reverie." he cleared his throat.