Stavanger Bay You know my love can hold you down

lestan trusted her very much, for how could he not? he feared the new inabilities of his body would alienate reverie, or perhaps they had; he did not like to consider what she did on her forays, and so never asked after them.
but still he hesitated when she showed him such things; he paused to look around at her handiwork, at the hours of caring love with which she had wreathed their home and prepare it for the loveliness of their existence together.
and so he took one strip, hesitantly, and his bluegold eyes fell to his wife now, waiting for her to instruct him further in what lestan could only know as fae-magick.