Swiftcurrent Creek We could dance our tears away, emancipate ourselves

Reverie might have disagreed then, but she knew better than to voice the fact that she truly did not know how she felt about Arric. So it seemed she would be the exception in secret. Of course he was her friend, and she cared about him, but she didn't fully trust him (or anyone) and it often seemed to her that he was harsh. How many times had he picked her apart, pointed out every flaw of hers and told her to get over them all?
Still, he was stable and true to her as a friend, so she was willing to overlook all the reasons she could see why someone might not like him. Well, maybe they should try meditation, Reverie settled on, still teasing, because she couldn't think of what else to say. It was a moment of familial I love you, but I don't know if I like you, and it reminded her too much of The Gilded Sea to even consider addressing it.