Stone Circle Heavy are the winds from the east, they have come to see

She didn't understand.
Not at first. Reverie blinked at Gunnar, denying the coldness settling over her shoulders, her chest, even as some part of her began to crumble in realization. She - she's coming back soon, right? Her voice trembled and broke on the last word, and then her eyes went wide as she suddenly understood —
Bjarna was gone.
Gone, and it was the taste of ash in her mouth; it was that day in the snow all over again, alone, and it was denial, denial. She wanted to scream that he was wrong, lying, how could he be so cruel? But she looked at him and she knew. Her sister; the starlit girl among the stones, the one who had found her lost and afraid, the one who had promised without any words at all that she would never again be alone, and Reverie had believed her.
Bjarna was gone, and she was alone.

And then it was Tauris;
A strangled little cry slipped from her and Reverie abruptly began to sob. She clung to her silverfire sister, not mindful in this moment of the ways she had changed, the scents of motherhood and mateship upon her. Hadn't they both changed? Hadn't the world changed? Tauris, She cried, feeling dizzy, overwhelmed with so many conflicting emotions. Then Lestan's name fell upon her as if she'd been struck, and she stilled and then began to stammer, N-no, this is - this is Boone, um, Lestan is - Her voice cracked again and dropped to a whisper.
He's gone, Reverie choked on the word and started to sob again, burying her face in Tauris's fur. Her sister. Her husband. Her heart, always scattering to the wind.