Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Fairy blue, it is only for you that I would crush the stars

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ETA date: March 15. A week from this thread she'll be showing obvious signs of pregnancy.

It took time for Reverie to see real improvement, but steadily things began to change. She wasn't sure what to blame, exactly. She'd made so many changes in the last few weeks, it felt impossible to separate the effects. All she knew was that sleep came easier; she was gaining weight, settling into the sinewy figure of a lifelong dancer even as she softened in some places; she didn't want the berries anymore and didn't need them to stay calm; she felt…
Real?
Yes, real, really truly here for the first time in — perhaps forever. Looking back, it seemed as if she had never had a clear thought in her life until now. So many things felt different. She could no longer see why she'd ever wanted to run, to be alone; instead she saw that she had been sick, so very sick that it hurt to think of it now. And she still was — but not nearly as bad as it had been. Reverie tried not to think of what might have happened if she hadn't decided to stay, if she hadn't promised to herself that she would try to be normal for Lestan. It was not what she'd wanted, in the end.
But she wasn't certain she would have survived getting what she wanted.
Instead she settled for reality; she settled for that feeling of contentment that she found herself feeling more often than not lately. It wasn't perfect. Reverie still wanted to travel, she still wanted more than Swiftcurrent Creek had to offer — but this was where the path led. This was where @Lestan wanted to be, and Lestan —
Well, he had likely saved her life, whether he realized it or not. Reverie tried to be more attentive to him. She took to bringing him small gifts each day, pretty little things she found around the Creek that she thought might brighten his days. The bird still appeared to her, but Reverie only watched it in silence now. The garden was a quiet place when she visited. The doors did not open for her anymore. She wasn't sure she wanted them to; she was certain now that it was all a conjuration of her mind, a sign that her grip on reality was truly slipping. A permanent reminder of how far she'd let herself fall. And there were other changes too, baffling things, small differences to her scent that she knew instinctively yet consciously rejected and a new aversion to the smell of grass. Small things, though, compared to the peace she was beginning to grasp.
Reverie would never be normal, but she knew now that it was possible to be happier than she'd been. She was starting to want things again; good things, healthy things. She wanted —
Lestan, Reverie couldn't help but smile softly as she looked at him, reminded of how much she loved him. Will you - help me build a garden? She was thinking about how Gunnar had explained packs to her, and how she'd thought of it as similar to keeping a garden. Reverie had never built a garden that was meant to last before — but she knew it could be done. And she wanted to try it with Lestan.