Swiftcurrent Creek rain for the water gods

Reverie existed between two places. Stuck. Silence reigned, but in gratitude she only clung to the simple fact that she was here. Tybault may have rendered her speechless, but he had not succeeded in taking her agency from her. She knew herself, and knew enough to choose her own path.
She had chosen Lestan. And maybe later she would regret that — no, she definitely would, this girl who only wanted to dance and be free and without a single care in the world. Swiftcurrent Creek was a term loaded with burdens, children — !
But she didn't think of that now. She only kept close to Lestan, as close as he would let her stay, and inspected his wounds with an obsessive fervency. It didn't matter that she'd already done it several times over on the way to the Creek. She needed to be sure that he would be okay.