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

Reverie could only nod mutely for a moment when Lestan offered to leave, relieved that he had offered her this way out. Then she was again overcome with emotion, and pressed herself against him, resting her cheek against his neck. She trembled against him, feeling tired and vulnerable and in desperate need of his warmth. Fever raged in her and left her sensitive to the chilled seaside air, fogged, wanting comfort.
Yes, let's leave, She confirmed after a pause, when she trusted herself to speak. Reverie took a deep breath, suddenly very aware of the journey still ahead of them and how painfully long it felt when she was so tired and increasingly ill.
She wasn't certain she would make it as far as Saltshore... but she could never tell Lestan that.