Swiftcurrent Creek and maybe you're too good for me

The stiffness of her body against his finally registered as her answer slapped him in the face. The words were quiet but angered and pained, and a sudden wave of shame washed over Kavik. He had to close his eyes and pull in a deep breath through his nose against the painful way the guilt squeezed his chest. What had he done? And to someone he should have been protecting. Instead, he had taken advantage, and now motherhood would be forced on her all because he couldn't control himself. He didn't know what to say at first; nothing seemed right or enough, but he had to say something. Myrren, he started aplogetically. I-- Kavik said and paused, rising to a sitting position as guilt continued to course through him. I'm sorry, he finally finished, but he felt like it wasn't enough. How could he fix this? what can I do? he asked, but it was more a plea than a question. How could he make this right? Was that even possible?