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She did not expect Lestan to question her; he rarely did, and Reverie had come to accept it as fact by now that he did not want her here. If he did, he would have asked. Admittedly, she was glad that he had not. Until now.
Do you... want me to stay? Reverie asked hesitantly, meeting his eyes. She didn't know what she would say if the answer was yes. She didn't know what she would do if it was no.