Stavanger Bay Rose

She desperately did not want to be parted from Lestan. Not again. Reverie pressed more tightly to him, a small lurch of fear at the thought. What if he never returned? What if he found danger, or temptation, or —
What if he returned to find her gone?
Her own panic began to rise then, her pulse fluttering fast and uneven. But she saw the logic in his words, and she told herself that she would have to trust him. He'd survived so much already — had killed, for her! — and besides; if it did work, if the witch could truly save her, perhaps it would soothe him to have played a part in her recovery.
There was no true optimism in her. But she nodded all the same. Tell her - that what she told me didn't work, She took a breath. Lestan, she was pregnant when I last saw her. She'll have young children now. Be careful, please. Reverie knew from experience what it was like to feel a threat to her own child, to feel that rush of heat stronger than any fear; those were the only moments she'd ever thought she might truly be capable of killing.