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

"oh, reverie —!" his voice rising into a gentle and surprised song. "i've — i have indeed loved you," and then his eyes were widening! "your voice, it's —!" back, returned, arrived, renewed.
a breathless little laugh escaped him. "so you'll settle here, at least for a while?" 
a tiny part of lestan suggested that reverie would not.
very fiercely he ignored it, wrapping her close with a small sound of contentment and delight.