Stavanger Bay I know what they say, I know that they say that no one dies from love

lapsing into another silence, reverie's focus visibly dropped from lestan or their conversation. his gaze tightened but he turned it resolutely on their playful daughter, who each day grew into a more well-rounded individual despite the fact her father was an absolute failure of a —
"i shouldn't have brought them, or told you i-i would leave," lestan murmured in a tone only for reverie to hear. "i'm sorry. a-and i don't expect any sort of answer, now or later. i just wanted you to know i was wrong."
the great quiet became his own peace, husband and wife sitting alongside one another, watching waves, watching the miracle of their household, watching everyone but one another.