Cerulean Cape I think that she knows I'm out of control

I don't know how, She frowned as she said it. All I know is - when I first saw you, I knew that you were special, and that I would be yours. That's why it has to be you. You'll - know, I think. Or… remember, maybe.
I trust you, Reverie added without hesitation, and for the first time she truly meant it; it reflected in her eyes as she met his gaze unwaveringly. She had gone into her dreams fearful, untrusting, but now — now she knew that she could do nothing else except surrender to Lestan that last and most precious thing she still had yet to give anyone at all. It came to him already cracked and worn by events she could not fully recall, but whole. For now, at least, she would follow wherever Lestan led her.