Herbalists' Cache Just dance; gonna be okay

"a pack first, i think," lestan said. he shut his eyes and slid a foreleg around her slender shoulders. in his sorrow and grief, in the hyperfocus he placed now upon finding a path, he had not thought to question reverie's new unsureties. did he not carry a half-dozen fresh kinds of his own? they would bear it together.
a place of their own; well. if his own cousin could think so low of him, then lestan knew others might as well. and the idea of being responsible for more than himself and reverie and blossom overwhelmed him a great deal.
"i've seen what can happen when you try to stake your own claim." and arric and akavir were each fighters in their own right! lestan was not this in the least. "it's not safe and i-i don't think especially, it's safe for blossom."