Stavanger Bay tuniksimaruk ⦒

Reverie watched Kukutux carefully, and told herself again and again that she did not need these herbs. She was not sick, not anymore. But Lestan was trembling beside her, and it occurred to her then that this might comfort him in some small way. He was so quiet, so withdrawn ever since that awful day with Riordan; more than anything she worried that the day he would leave her would come soon, that it would be her fault. She feared losing him before they had the chance to truly build a life together — to death or to darkness, it was all the same, would end the same, and she would be the cause of it just as she was the cause of his suffering.
Blossom was far too young to lose both of her parents.
She resolved that she would try to solicit his opinion, to the best of her ability, before she made any decisions. Her glance toward him said as much, to the perceptive eye. Reverie looked back to Kukutux and nodded slowly, tension fading into a hesitant acceptance. For now.
She would do nothing, take nothing, until she heard Lestan say that he wanted her to do this.