Broken Antler Fen It's the awful, lonely secret of the dead-boy's heart.

teya shook her head when reyes had finished speaking. it was all too much for her; she was out of her depth when it came to the way of women with men, of husbands with wives, and them all with children. not something she understood. not something that teya truly wished to comprehend.
the frustration that contorted his features provoked the little raven into a closer step. she could not change what towhee might have done, might have said. she could not make this choice for him.
"i no help." it was said with regret. "whatever you choose, reyes, i support."
tonguetip between teeth, her third advance hot upon her voice-buds.
"but whatever you choose, i want you to remember me."