Cerulean Cape levitation

lestan blinked quickly but did not otherwise respond when reverie tore away, or so it felt; his arms hung bereft at her defiance, which to him solidified all those things he had contemplated while fishing and while walking the shore.
"he cares about you. knows about you." the words felt like gravel. "i wouldn't — i wouldn't ask him to leave."
"i just — what do you remember? how does he —" and why, why would she face him with such a tone if she did not know, truly?