Stavanger Bay Nobody knows it better than the girl in the corner with the Scarlet Letter

Rhaegal greeted her with an easy familiarity that Reverie could not help but feel she hadn't earned. Still, she was grateful for it. She managed a faint smile, a gentle sway of her tail. It took a moment to remember that she could answer, now.
I'm okay, She lied, but it was the kind of lie everyone tells; the kind of answer you give when the real answer is just too much a burden for polite conversation. Her eyes were tired as she spoke, and that was the only real hint she gave to her true state. How are you? And Vairë? Reverie thought it would be rude to ask outright about recent happenings, but that wouldn't stop her from prying in her own small way.