Stavanger Bay Wilted

She shook her head, hardly hearing him; she only saw his coolness, his detachment, and she began to spiral into panic. Lestan, Reverie was crying, but that was nothing new. Lestan, I - I can't think about this right now. I - I hurt you, and - She could scarcely think. She couldn't breathe at all. It was over now and it was her fault, her fault — I'm sorry. I'm afraid I've ruined everything. I - I meant to find you, to be there with you - Lestan -
Just - tell me you still want me, even a little bit. Please.