Stavanger Bay I don't mind if I smoke away your taste

Bridget was calm as she arrived at Reverie's side, though her pace had been appropriately urgent. It doesn't hurt, She answered softly, grateful for the healer's soothing presence. Particularly when Lestan arrived, decidedly not calm. But why, why was he here?
For Blossom, he'd said.
Hypocrite. Calm down, She murmured to him, too caught up in that overwhelming sense of calm to truly feel her agitation. All the same, she sat in the shallows, letting the rolling waves wash up around her and carry the blood away. Where is Blossom? She shouldn't be alone. You should be with her. That was the reason for their marriage, their life together, wasn't it? Yet he was here.