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

out unless he's tagged back <3

guilt tapered through him, but before lestan could even gently argue, the woman he had decided was bridget spoke to him.
his harried eyes cut from reverie to the healer — calm down indeed! — and he bit the inside of his cheek to stifle worry with pain. 
"all right," he answered hoarsely, not understanding reverie's distance as the foaming breakers carried a pink tinge away from them all.
he rose unsteadily and was gone for a short while, perhaps twenty minutes at most.
when he returned it was with a side of salt fish and blossom, who he tried to shield awkwardly from the events. "here. I'm — gonna take her back to the den. j-just call for vaire. or rhaegal, if y-you need anyone. or i can take her to vaire and come back," lestan caught himself spiraling again. drawing a deep breath, he nodded at bridget, tried to exchange a glance with reverie, and turned, keeping their daughter ahead of him.
the fish lay half wrapped in seaweed, and lestan fought not to look back.