What is this truth

Bindi came, but FitzDutiful only knew she was there by the scent that filled the air. He turned his head to look at her, wondering if she would run away when he saw her. Instead she looked boldly at him after paying respect and FitzDutiful audibly sighed.

"Bindi, what have we done to each other —" he started, before cutting himself off. "No. What have I done to us?" He looked at her, as she did to him, wondering if he should say more. If he should make explanations to her. He had once dreamed a life alongside her and he still wanted that it seemed, as the feeling bubbled up from the depths and to the surface. Raissa was no longer an issue and Bindi would love his cubs like he did. They could have some of their own - if they could get past this.

He didn't know she no longer felt that way.

He didn't know she wanted to leave the mountain.

If he had known either of the above, he would have started begging and pleading her instantly. He hated this awkwardness already, and he had barely scratched the surface of what was hidden underneath.