Dawnlark Plains nothing good ever happens at the goddamn thirsty crow

"no," and then her mind was churning, wondering, and she felt something heavy settle in her chest. "you're far too good for me, Adi." I could have, and I didn't. he said he still loved her, and it was easy to believe, easy to see the truth. her muzzle shifted, near to him, almost as if she sought the familiar touch of when things had been alright. but she did not move, did not touch him, because he deserved better. she hadn't cared for what she'd done, hadn't thought of it, even though she knew it'd hurt him. 

silence stretched again as she watched him, wondering suddenly where her family had gone and why she'd ben so stupid and so helpless to stop them. "maybe we should...stop. I don't want to hurt you, anymore."  he wouldn't have suggested it. he would have stuck it out, and they would have come back. perhaps they would. but she owed to him, in the rapidly dissolving moment, a way out.