Stavanger Bay Wilted

lestan would not have been able to understand. but he did comprehend that reverie's swift capitulation meant she did not agree, only no longer wished to argue. he saw her go off into that mind of hers, and he was on his feet.
"you don't agree?" lestan asked, following though his legs felt heavy, jellied. "what if i needed to go away?" he continued doggedly. "o-or what if something really did happen to me, rev? i n-need to know," and now he ran in front of her, cut off her path, tried to find her eyes with his. "i need to know y-you would be all right, without me. that you w-wouldn't h-hurt —" but he could not finish the sentence.