Naaghai Lowlands [m] triple dog dare

There was little that Wren understood in the native tongue; bits and pieces, similarities with the language of her father. She knew them and she heard them, the words she could pick out; why — important — I am alive? There was even less of it that she spoke, but even still, she gathers her tongue in her mouth and chokes out the one phrase she did know, egregious accent and all: Porque te amo.
Te amo. The strongest, deepest, most sincere form of the phrase in the Spanish language.
Love is patient and unwavering. Love is selfish. Love is soft and it is harsh. There is a man, or was; there is strife and there is anguish; so much, so much has stood in her way. And for some godforsaken reason, Wren lays before her with soft underbelly exposed whether Silvertongue wanted it or not.
She had waited.
She squeezes her eyes shut and rests her chin between the round-tipped ears, the same way she always had. You don't have to say it back.