The Sunspire [m] Lying in the dark with a wake curled over my head

There he was. She let out a breath at the sight of him, his tired smile, his dark eyes full of affection. A small sound slipped from her as he pulled her into an embrace, somewhere between relief and sorrow. You - I - Reverie stammered, her heart thrumming wildly in her throat. She felt as if she might be sick. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry. I - I thought -
I thought you were going to leave, Her tears began to fall then, and she tucked her face into his fur to hide them. He hadn't left. He was still here. Even these simple facts did not soothe her. Lestan, too, had stayed for a time — but in the end he had wanted nothing more than to leave her. How could she trust that Boone wouldn't do the same?