Swiftcurrent Creek first watering

Reverie watched him, watched his expression change, and could do nothing but sit and stew in a slow-growing dread. She was wholly unprepared for it, when he lifted the bone and began his tale.
I've known you for a long, long time —
The Garden flashed in her mind's eye. Reverie swallowed. Did he know? But no, this was a different song, one of earth and fire and sin and death. She listened, ears lowering all the while, her own expression turning grave and thoughtful. Soulmates, she had once thought of him, but she knew now that they were more than that. It was not something she understood fully, not yet, but it was all tied to what had happened in the cave. She knew it.
Lestan, I - Her breath trembled and she had to collect herself. Do you know - what I am? What she is? Truly? She did not wait for an answer. Something happened, something I haven't told you - or anyone - in the cave I went to, when I - where Blossom was born. Again Reverie had to pause to collect herself, looking away from him now, away because a familiar pain had begun to stir in her.
Small gods, She muttered under her breath, unaware that she had spoken it, pupils dilating now; hackles prickling. Reverie took a breath and looked back to him, eyes still unfocused and dark. I don't think it's - just you, Lestan. The curse. It's both of us - the fire - I - She couldn't. She couldn't.
Reverie turned into a wild thing, then, flying to her feet with hackles risen all along her spine. She turned away, pacing only once across the den, and then turned back for Lestan and descended on him like a storm; seeking his touch, pressing herself to him with a desperate sound in her throat. You've suffered so much, She whined softly, feeling defeated in a new way. Too much. We both have.
But we have to protect her. They want her - they tried to take her, Reverie shivered. And I - I can't do that again, Lestan, the fire - I don't want to burn again.
But I will.
And you will burn with me.