Stavanger Bay No one dies from love

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Reverie sucked in a breath as Bridget began to list herbs, nodding along quietly while tears welled in her eyes. She didn't know that she truly held any hope that this would cure her — but she couldn't quite help the swell of emotion that rose to meet the healer's easy confidence and gentle demeanor. It felt, for a moment, as if everything might really be okay.
Yes, She breathed, a little more eagerly than she'd meant it. I - yes, thank you. Does that mean - will you be staying? Of course, she would need to inform @Vairë and @Rhaegal — and @Lestan, though she found herself far more reluctant at this thought. Honestly, she didn't want to face the possibility of his apathy; Reverie was not entirely convinced that he still cared for her after that day with the witch's children. But perhaps he'd allow Bridget to stay with them, in their den; it was large enough, surely, and maybe Blossom would enjoy meeting the healer.
Reverie herself was more charmed than she wanted to admit. But she was married, and so she allowed that thought to slide away from her and fade into the background of a million other worries on her mind.