Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Hands 'round my neck, heavenly unfold

That halted her in her tracks.

Akavir? Her voice was a touch incredulous, matching the surprise in her sunlit gaze. Oh, Dusty Rose - I could never trust him that way. Not like I trust you. We - we're family, but there's a lot of complicated history there and it's just - Reverie cut herself off.

It doesn't matter. Of course I'm yours, She kissed his cheek, then his nose, her mood lightening all at once as she found that their hearts were in the same place. She was his. He was hers. And — Why would I ever want anyone else when I have you?

Reverie kissed him again as if to emphasize her point.