Swiftcurrent Creek [m] I can feel the city crumbling around me

In a few seconds Reverie's world narrowed, and she knew only Moss. Her warmth surrounding her, the surprising softness between thick fur and gentle touch, her scent; for a brief slice of eternity, that was her everything. And she knew that she was betraying Lestan in a way she'd never meant to, not with her actions but in her heart. But honestly?
It was hard to care, after everything he'd put her through. She still loved him more than anything, but Reverie was beginning to feel that she deserved more than what he gave to her. And so she sought that now in Moss's embrace, tucking herself close, unabashedly intimate in her own response. She would stay there as long as Moss let her, as long as they could be alone and away from prying eyes. Surely if anyone saw them, they would know.