Stavanger Bay What I know tomorrow, I'm learnin' today

It was a flood of self deprecation and shame. Bridget stood under it and let it wash over her, recalling that Reverie had said so many of the same things. Not good enough, not loving enough, not supportive enough. Not enough in any way.

She moved slightly so that she could look at him directly. Lestan. You’re hard on yourself, but you are being put through things that normal wolves do not need to carry. It isn’t her fault, but it isn’t yours either. What are the things you need?

He’d said everything she needed that he wasn’t providing. He knew these things, but some of them he’d withheld anyway, and it wasn’t for no reason. He had needs, boundaries, and feelings too. He was pushing those aside and she felt the pressure deeply.