Cerulean Cape levitation

She could see how it hurt him, all of it, though Reverie couldn't know that he blamed himself. His sorrow was instead assigned to her own failings: that she knew so little of herself, that she had so little control, that she was so feeble — it all amounted to the simple fact that she was not capable, she was not ready, and she had hurt Lestan with it and besides that brought another into the mess, Blossom, who was innocent in all this.
Reverie didn't want any knowledge of Riordan's, not anymore, but couldn't bear the thought of arguing with Lestan right now. She'd already hurt him so much. She kissed his cheek and pulled him with her as she went back to Blossom, to settle with her. He'll tell us both, Reverie murmured, catching his self-correction. If Riordan wanted any part of her, he would need to find his way into Lestan's good graces too. This was not optional, not to her; she'd never heard Lestan curse before, and it unsettled her deeply.
She kept him close, still plagued by the lingering fear that he would leave her — even now that he knew everything, especially now! Did he understand that she would destroy everything they tried to build? Did he see their future as it truly was?
Sleep took longer to find her this time, and somewhere in the space between, she realized that it didn't matter. They would be okay; they were meant to be with one another, that much was clear to her. What else could keep them together through so many hurts and so much tragedy? As long as they remained so, she felt they could handle anything.