The Sunspire obvious

There was a notable shift in her demeanor that caused him to swallow whatever remained of his thoughts, and fall uncomfortably silent. He was not deaf to her initial reaction—the unbidden shapeless emotion formed into a simple, but subtle, verbal confirmation of what he had to say. Rian was disquieted by her withdrawl from him and a terrible series of thoughts invaded his mind, drowning out all reason for a few moments, as she was spurred into speaking about her suitors (or lackthereof): she'd made other friends; she found someone else, someone far more suitable, to stand beside her on the mountain. Obviously she was simply trying to deflect the blow to preserve their friendship before they reached Moonspear and he discovered the truth.

But where had that fear come from? Rian couldn't deny that Hydra was everything he wasn't: bold, deliberate, and... happy. The ranger had coveted her friendship selfishly—the rare glimpses into her normal family life gave him hope that he might, too, not feel so lost and abandoned. Without even knowing it, she filled the multinous cracks in his defective personality and shaped him into someone that could be somebody. He'd felt embolded after meeting her, and it was that do-or-die determination that had pushed him to leave Neverwinter and embark on their journey to the Vale. 

Suddenly, everything went quiet, including Hydra. He floundered in the marked silence and nearly lost his footing. What? After a few heartpounding seconds, it all came flooding back—I was interested in you. 

Emotions rocketed around his stupidstupid brain, and a great deal of heat shot down his spine and throughout his entire body. Rian couldn't breathe; he could hardly think save two things: Hydra was interested in him (HOW?), and that same friend was now walking away from him. So Rian, the great romantic he was, stared agape at her retreating back and, again, was inexplicably drawn to the spectral shimmer of her swarthy fur until he realized he needed to do something.

He swallowed reflexively, but found his throat parched as he rasped out a reply: "W-wait!" The distance between them was increasing with every second he wasted on standing there like a fool so he hastily sprang after her, nearly skidding right past down the slope in his haste to stop her. The ranger pivoted to face her, and his eyes were wide—for a wolf who kept his emotions bottled up most of the time, Rian read like a childrens novel in this moment. "I..." say something you absolute chode. "Hydra, I... why? When!?" he ecked out despite the jackhammer drilling a hole in his chest.  

Brilliant.