Stavanger Bay They say that no one dies from love

Her chest ached even as he slowly returned her affection; she didn't know what to do for Lestan, and the guilt of knowing that he had done this to himself for her sake weighed heavily on her attempts at comfort. Later she would tend his wounds, and bring him food; fish, she decided, from a cache. It seemed a wiser choice than land-dwelling prey at the moment.
And she would pay close attention to him over the coming days, but nothing really seemed to help. Slowly she realized that she could not bring the light back to him. Reverie could do nothing but wrap herself around him, try to anchor him, and hope that he felt her presence through the darkness even if he could see nothing past it.