Emberwood I'm just telling the truth

She confused him greatly. Her gaze was swimming with unasked questions, and he silently begged for her to speak up - he wanted to know what was about to roll off her tongue, what was waiting just out of grasp, but the girl remained as silent as a ghost. Soltero's lips tilted downward in a frown, taking a few heartbeats to ponder his options. "You can speak, if you wish. I will listen." Perhaps she was afraid, though of what the smoky traveller could not understand - of him? Surely this was not the case, for she had brushed her tail under his chin and invited him to speak his own mind; what was it that blocked her words?