Swiftcurrent Creek Can't forget your style or your cynicism

Reverie was slightly startled by the offer. She glanced up even as she pulled her daughter closer to shield her from the rain. A night at Swiftcurrent Creek; how long had it been since she'd last slept within these borders? She'd never thought she would again.

Yet she found herself nodding, shivering faintly, biting back her nausea as she spoke again. That - that would be nice, thank you... Reverie trailed off, realizing all at once how cold and miserable she felt. Her time with Dusty Rose had exhausted her in the best way, but her search for Foxglove had exhausted her in the worst way. She felt strung out; drained entirely.

She started to rise on trembling limbs, still shielding her daughter, and looked to Akavir for direction then. This wasn't her place anymore.