Swiftcurrent Creek [m] I can feel the city crumbling around me

Reverie couldn't imagine she would ever stop worrying about Lestan. But to hear that Moss would be there — that she would provide anything Reverie needed — that was a comfort beyond anything anyone else had offered thus far.
Her eyes warmed with sudden tears and she reached out wordlessly to press her forehead against Moss's neck, burying her nose in thick pale fur. There was something comforting about her stoic presence, her way of speaking little and bluntly. I'm not sure I deserve your support, Reverie admitted softly. But it means the world to me.
I think... if I can learn to trust anyone, it's you, It should have been Lestan. But it wasn't.
And that was what hurt the most.