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

but he knew these things! it was a relief that reverie could see them, but lestan had felt the dark lying with him since he had come back from the taiga. the french queen with her claws had seen to it, had left him festering not only in flesh but in spirit.
to say she needed it caused his brow to furrow; why would she conceive of such a thing?
yet before lestan could ask, could understand, she mentioned the man from her past. it was indeed a misstep, and the mayfair's face closed for a moment. but he forced himself out of it, refusing to shut down simply because reverie had posited an idea for her own health. "you ask me for so little. and he is knowlegeable." of you. "we should entertain any options we have for ending your sickness."
to cover the baneflower growing in his heart, lestan looked again toward little blossom, a miracle.