Swiftcurrent Creek rain for the water gods

When Lestan said her name, Reverie's eyes flicked to him, but they were still glassy and far-off at first. She understood pieces of what he said. Stay. It took her a moment to realize what was happening. He was asking his leaders for permission. She could only think that now was a terrible time.
She was at her worst, after all.
But she nodded slowly, and tried to focus. Her eyes found Akavir, then Arric, and she felt herself slipping away again. Drifting in and out like something swaying in open water. They would never say yes to this, she felt suddenly, and was uncertain if that thought was relief or despair. Who could look at her now, lethargic and strange and unaware, and think that she was worth anything more than a contemptuous sideways glance while hurrying by to get away?