Stavanger Bay Forsythia

Skippable after this!

She could feel it crumbling away even now, what little strength she still possessed; like clutching sand, it fell through her white-knuckled grip and scattered to the wind. Reverie melted into Lestan's embrace, but it was less a gesture of intimacy and more exhaustion. Still, he was the one she trusted. Reverie let her thoughts drift, comforted by the knowledge that he would handle this. Next time, perhaps, she would try to be the partner he deserved.
Right now she was just so tired.