Sleepy Fox Hollow Folk star

mahler trying to understand why she is reacting this way to his very logical suggestion /s

to anyone listening who had half a heart, mahler would have sounded cruel as all get out, and incredibly stupid to boot. he was ignorant of the reasoning behind wylla's sudden vicious voice and welling eyes, even as he struggled, now visibly, to cope with the weight of what she had just heaped upon him.
he had said he loved her. she doubted him. he had said she was above all others. she did not believe. he had told her everything, direct, earnest. and she had entered into it with him when her heat came, and he did not understand why she had not said all this before. and he could not understand why she had buried this all so well when he had asked it of her.
a true hurt blossomed in his own lavender eyes, as he stared upon his weeping beloved and tried, crushed, to piece together why she was answering him so. "vylla, i do not understand," he uttered, frustrated.
"you have told me in so many vays just now that you are not happy, and it sounds as if you never vould be! and now you are im weg der familie," he rushed on, before she hated him even more, oh!
wylla! let me explain!
"and now you regret it. and you think so awfully that i vould leave you to pursue somevone else. i did not enter into a contract vith you. i ...," he huffed, "i love you. and only you. and only ever you."
"and so i said vhat i said, vhich i see now was very bad. but it is not because i do not love you, or," he gestured at her gently rounded sides, beautiful now that he truly looked at them! why had he he not seen it?
"or vhat could be, vylla. i love that too. but if you do not love me back, then i thought it cruel not to allow you choice. i ...do not vish you to live a life tethered forever to somevone..."
his voice trailed off, feeble; he slumped in the snow and was silent, pausing only to look upon her with an anguished expression.