Swiftcurrent Creek first watering

It was the apology she'd wanted, the explanation she had been expecting, but Reverie found that it meant nothing to her. He had left. You promised that you wouldn't, Her voice came out whisper-thin, but suddenly the fire of humiliation and hurt left her. Suddenly all she could see was how worn Lestan looked, how tired and sick and thin he looked.
Her eyes flicked down to the bone, which she hadn't even bothered to question yet. She still didn't really have the capacity for it. I - you need to rest. You're not well, Surely he knew that, but Reverie was beginning to truly worry now. She stepped closer, wanting to touch him, but she didn't know anymore if that was what he wanted. Will you come back to my den with me?