Stavanger Bay Rose

Light; that was what they needed now, what Lestan needed so desperately. Reverie held him tightly to her, kissed his face, felt her heart shattering at the taste of his tears on her lips. She tried not to resent him for this, but all the same it stung her to comfort him even as she grappled with her own mortality.
Reverie was silent for a time, only clinging to Lestan.
We won't tell her anything, She said finally, her voice firmer now with resolve, and perhaps a touch colder for it. We'll - find a way. I - I know where the witch is. She has to know something more. Reverie didn't truly believe she could be helped, through medicine or through magic, but for Lestan she would try anything. His words played again in her mind, haunting; what am I going to do? Without her. Without her.