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

Only after the words left her mouth did Wildfire remember that Thuringwethil didn't remember her midnight confession. Goddamn her traitorous tongue. Then again, things were coming to a head here. She needed to come clean, to explain why she couldn't stay. And maybe, just maybe, the commander would say or do something that kept her here. There was that chance, she realized, even as the Heda stood suddenly, giving voice to match the distress on her face.

It was now or never. She needed to just lay everything on the table, clear the air and then let the cards fall where they may. The inside of her cheek still ragged and bleeding, Wildfire squared her shoulders and faced Thuringwethil. "I'm in love with you, Thur, and I'm pretty sure you don't feel the same way...?" It came out as a question, of course, but only because there really was room for wonder left there. "And that's okay," she continued hastily, lips tugging downward, "but if I stay here, I'll never be able to get over you properly." Her heart beat wildly in her chest, Wildfire trying not to hope—trying to prepare for the worst instead—and failing miserably at both.