Stavanger Bay No one dies from love

Bridget was so — easy-going, and there was so much comfort in it that Reverie was almost reluctant to let her go, even just for a few minutes. Alright, She agreed thoughtlessly anyway, caught up in the positivity and not wanting to taint it.
So she would wait patiently, trying to ignore the prickle of nerves that nagged at her. Reverie was uncertain what sort of effect these things might have; Bridget had described them but she knew from experience that sometimes it worked a little differently in practice than in theory. That was the part that made her nervous.