Broken Antler Fen We don't need to be related to relate.

"Hetero life mate - that's by far the most sophisticated title as of yet," Wraen remarked, not even bothering to ask, what "hetero" meant, leaving it a mystery to solve for another time. The next words, though heartfelt and endearing, made her also flinch inwardly at the weight they carried. Never you. It made her feel that if she was to die, she would fail Towhee in some fundamental way, even if "dying" itself was something entirely out of her power. 

This thought did not allow her to relish fully in the beautiful present moment. It was on the tip of her tongue to reveal that she had not been feeling that well as of late, but there was only so much hurt that one could take in one evening and she therefore decided not to burden her friend with it. Let her have this now and deal with the future, when and if it comes. So, Wraen pushed her own fears far away and smiled sweetly at the woman, to whom declarations of love did not come easy, but, when they did, they were 100% real.