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

Bridget watched him go and noticed the defeat that clung to him. Something there wasn’t right either, and she’d talk to him later. The relief Reverie showed wasn’t unusual either, though it was hard to judge if it was to save him from seeing her like this or some other tension between the two. The latter wasn’t her business unless they chose to bring it up.

Blossom. Is she yours? Bridget asked, sitting next to her and then letting herself recline up onto the bank, sphinx-like. She hoped it would silently encourage Reverie to follow suit.

Waiting doesn’t mean doing nothing. She remembered her mentor saying it fairly often. If she tried to eat now, dizzy, it would only make her sick, so Bridget would give her warmth and conversation until things leveled. All while she silently monitored her, alert to anything that might change.