Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Fallen to her knees, but you couldn't ever tell

Arric! She laughed softly to see his upside-down smile, but even her amusement was strained. Reverie was deeply worried. I've been trying to meditate and - I can't get it right. I can't get anything right lately. She was frowning now, spiraling into insecurities aloud. I can't dance, and I think I'm making Lestan unhappy, and -
Reverie cut herself off and sucked in a breath. Sorry. I - I just - can you help me? With meditation, not dancing or Lestan. No one could help with those two things anyway. That was up to her. Reverie was certain she was messing it up, all of it — and that was particularly discouraging, because she'd thought she was doing good.
Better apparently did not mean good.