Stavanger Bay No one dies from love

There it was: real hope, a real possibility that someone might be able to help her, and now Reverie's resentment of it faded into fear. She took a moment to study Bridget in silence as the healer spoke, trying to decide if she trusted her. Once, she would have wanted Lestan's opinion before trying anything at all.
Now she didn't even want to tell him about this.
Swallowing that grief in favor of the present moment, Reverie nodded. That's fine. I'll try to - be still, Dread was in her expression, because she knew that it would hurt. A rejection of some kind. Did that mean that it could be stopped? Bridget hadn't said anything of the sort, but the fact that she had any confidence at all in what it could be — maybe that meant it would be okay.
Or maybe it would just end up being another way for Reverie to know that she was truly dying.