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

He didn't react as she'd feared, and Reverie couldn't help but wonder if he understood, really. Or maybe... maybe he did understand, and that was why he took it so well? But if he did, then why would he go to it so willingly — to her, knowing that what she needed from him was —
But he was upset, and she could see it; she was watching too closely to miss it. I don't trust him, She said quietly. I left him, and I - I think there was a reason I left. I just don't remember... These were things she was not truly ready to share, but they spilled from her anyway as she sought to reassure Lestan in her own way. Reverie's world had firmly divided itself into a black and white distinction of us and them — and she wanted Lestan to know that us meant her and him and Blossom, and that there was no space at all for Riordan in this.