Totoka River You are exactly what I want: kinda cool and kinda not

Reverie turned, and it was then he saw the sickness. Rimming her eyes, shooting them through, clouding their brightness — but he was no healer. He could not put a name on it. Was it a head cold or mere sleeplessness? Or something deep reaching?

A shock of fear, but he held his composure, save for a ripple of bewilderment that widened his eyes.

He had the urge to race in and hold her again but the children — Heda, Caracal, their little brood stopped him. He could not make himself sick and bring sickness to them. But his sister, his sister.

She shouldn’t be out here. And where was Lestan?

Did he tell you where he went? his quiet voice pushed through the rush of summer waters, did he say when he might be back?

Anger pierced the fear he had felt. Lestan was not good for his sister, unstable like her, between all the words she’d ever said of him. But he kept these things tightly inside.