Deepwood Weald Black-eyed Susan

I'm working on a better system for translations right now so I'm just gonna..italicize...

Reverie blinked, drew back, softening as she took in these words. She was nervous. Somehow that was what broke the spell over Reverie; she abruptly felt as if she might vomit. What am I doing?
You won't understand, She managed in the language of songs, a touch mournful. Reverie took a step back, her mind's eye suddenly stuck on Lestan's features. His hollow, endless stare. The utter lack of warmth. There was warmth here, but it didn't belong to her, and never would. The life she'd chosen was waiting for her back at Stavanger Bay, pale and cold and so very still. What was she doing here?