Stavanger Bay No one dies from love

Lower, Reverie pointed with her nose to the place, right between her thighs. More underbelly, but it radiates to the back, sort of.
There was a slim sort of hope stirring in her, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. Of course she felt relief — but there was resentment, too. If this was another false hope... well, she wasn't sure how she would handle it. Reverie turned a slightly nervous look on Bridget. Do you know what it is? She wasn't entirely optimistic; she hardly knew what it was beyond a vague diagnosis given only to the dying.