Sleeping Dragon is 'i love you' a fact or weapon?

She hears the approach before the scent and turns her head to see a flame of a wolf step up to the area. Thuringwethil frowns and looks away, uncertain about their space together. Time, she said she'd needed, space, but what is enough? Would the girl let her know? Would it ever be enough? She swallows a hard lump and shakes the thoughts from her mind once Wildfire is close enough to speak.

Still, she uses her title, and where she'd once corrected her for when they were in public, she much preferred the shortened version of her name. Her frown remains and her eyes are equally diverted too. Thuringwethil points her nose in the direction of a nearby cache, finding words unable to come out of her mouth. Words built up behind her teeth but they were not the simple direction for Wildfire's purpose for coming and keeps her silence, watching her from her peripheral vision.