Stavanger Bay Wilted

It was what he did not say that was truly meant for her ears, and she felt this — but the simple statement was cutting in its own way too, a reminder of the hurt she'd inflicted on him. I know, She breathed, eyes stinging with still-falling tears. And I love you, and I - I'm sorry. I'll - make it up to you.
I'll be stronger. I'll - see any healer we can find, Reverie swallowed hard. I know that doesn't help now - Oh, she was crumbling; I'm sorry I said that you don't love me. I'll - never say anything like that again. Never. And a bolt of bitterness lanced through her at that, because hadn't Lestan said things, too? Things he could not take back. Things that would hang between them forever. She hadn't insisted on torturing him this way. She hadn't turned away from him.
But maybe this was what she deserved.