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

Thuringwethil knew, perhaps not that she will admit, that something is different. Wildfire is different, even from the beginning, that she couldn’t quite place. She’d let her get away with things she might not let another and she’d always felt softened. When it came to Magpie—wherever she may be—it was never quite the same. Tense and unsure, spurred by a hormonal rise in both of them, but with the woman missing she’d never find out. And maybe there’s a part relieved that she won’t, because here she sits with the one that had left a bitter impression in her than anyone else.

And the thought of losing her, before she found out what exactly lay hidden, before she could search for an answer, it was potentially being made for her. Thuringwethil stumbles to her feet and covers the distance, but leaves a sizable different between them. Thuringwethil could play dumb all she wants, find ways around that it is not she she feels a certain way toward. It would be easier, she knew, if it were anyone else.

“I don’t want you to go,” she croaks, distressed, but her words are maybe only half audible with a mix to hide her own feelings and give her the freedom she desperately needs. Thuringwethil can’t stand in the way, if she really wants to leave, but the very thought leaves her stomach in knots. "Why won't you talk to me?"