Stavanger Bay Rose

lestan hesitated; he wanted to ask how she knew, how she knew, but he did not. he wasn't sure he could handle more, and knew his weakness in this moment was so great as to be reflected in her eyes. and so, like a man straightening a silken waistcoat soaked with seawater, he struggled for a moment of dignity and tried to think.
for now, vaire and rhaegal were gone, off, pursuing one another. it limited the mayfairs for the time being. "we'll go — soon? yes, or," the only other option was returning blossom to the creek, or taking her with them — but how could they show her what was to happen if they could not even speak of it?
"send me," he said, finally, "i-i'll go. tell me what to say, w-what to ask."