Swiftcurrent Creek first watering

You will not burn. Reverie settled, feeling as if she had heard these words before somewhere, in his voice. She tucked herself close against him, marveling at how different his warmth felt to the flames which had consumed her in that cave. A sigh slipped from her.
He wanted to stay, to fight this, and she knew what that meant. It meant that the fire would come again, and there was nothing she could do. But maybe — maybe with Lestan at her side, she would not burn. Reverie held to this frail hope, for it was all she had.
She looked down at Blossom, then back to Lestan. I need you to be careful, Lestan. You're - sick, you're weak. You need to heal before - before anything else, She kissed his cheek gently. We both need you. Reverie felt that she would lose him again before all of this was done.
But she tried not to think of that now.