Sleeping Dragon better creatures could love you, i know

Now that question stopped her in her (figurative) tracks. "I'm talking about—" she began, mouth clapping shut again at the second question. I didn't what? And suddenly it dawned on her and Wildfire felt such a painful mix of emotions that she suddenly found it hard to breathe. She was such a moron. The Heda hadn't fallen asleep to spite or avoid her. If she'd heard Wildfire's words at all, they clearly hadn't absorbed in any way. That meant Thuringwethil hadn't rejected her, a thought which promptly made the Delta's heart leap into her throat.

She had two options here: brush off the entire thing and pretend like it had never happened or make sure her feelings were crystal clear and understood. And, like a total dolt, the yearling just stood there, wildly deliberating, gasping in audible little breaths as her wide amber eyes stared at the commander.