Swiftcurrent Creek And the thousands of stars come out thousands of times

reverie fussed over him again. lestan smiled beneath the soft touches, though the worry had never quite left his eyes. "reverie, when you're better," when she spoke again, for he could not fathom that she would not! "when you're better, maybe we can — get out of the valley for a little while."
lip worried between teeth. "were you — trying to leave?"