Broken Boulder there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back

I'm not sure. Ali couldn't bring himself to look at her.
Instead he moved to add his own scent to the borders, silent now as he let her continue. The smallest smile tugged at his mouth when she mentioned that he had given her a home-- that she thought of it that way brought a rising warmth to his chest. It was home.
He nudged her shoulder with his nose. You're good at this, Lily. And you're right, too. I think... it'll take some time, and some effort, but we can do this. As long as we're all together.
There was new affection in his tone; the dark girl's unique combination of bluntness and optimism had cheered Alarian more than he showed. If he had to go through this, if he was forced to stay through all that hit the small group-- well, at least he had friends like Lily to get him through it.
I'm glad I found you. It was abrupt, a little awkward, but Ali was as genuine as ever with the statement. He looked in Lily's direction, but not quite at her. Things are hard right now, but you're still here-- I think that makes you a really good friend.
After a few beats, he added with a grin: That and you're fun.