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

For a moment — just a moment, before Bridget began to speak again — Reverie's eyes found Lestan's retreating form and lingered there. She could not help but remember a time when she would have wanted him here. I'll have to talk to him, she decided, and then the healer was speaking and she was momentarily distracted.
Yes, she's mine, Reverie managed a smile for her, but it took a few moments for her to follow Bridget's lead in reclining. She paused. When the bleeding stops, maybe - maybe Lestan can come back. She sighed softly.
Every time this happens, I - I just end up worrying about them, And she hated herself for the bitterness in this confession. I came out here because I didn't want Blossom to see. Nor Lestan, or blood on their den floor, or the place of her death to be where her family slept.
Maybe, she thought, it would be best if she left.