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

A sudden compulsion gripped her. She wanted to close the distance between them and sweep Thuringwethil into an embrace, the nature of which she wasn't entirely sure. Wildfire just wanted to be close to her, so close they fused together, moved inside each other. But that thought halted her in her tracks before the yearling could even move a muscle. The commander didn't want her in that way and the last thing on earth Wildfire would do was force herself upon someone the way Goober had forced himself on her. The memory made her innards twist and she shuddered outwardly.

As the urge disappeared, another feeling took root in its place. Even as Thuringwethil posed her question, Wildfire realized the truth of the matter. She shook her head lightly. "There will never be enough," she said quietly, mostly to herself. "My feelings aren't going to magically go away. I'm not sure I can do this, Thur," she admitted, unaware that she'd used the pet name even as her face contorted, then crumpled. "I don't know if I can stay here, after all..." She would be heartsick forever, just like she would have been brokenhearted if she'd tried to stay near Floki at Moonspear.