Fox's Glade [m] glued back together again

And like that, he understood the reason for her silence.

He felt his heart burn with sharp agony when his question provoked her to tears. To sobs that were as quiet as the night, yet louder than anything he had ever heard. Her eyes, they spoke of intelligence held by creatures of speech, and sound. Intelligence her tongue could not reflect.

Merrit welcomed her into his embrace again and moved to wrap himself around her. "I understand," he said, and though she might never speak his name, he added softly, "my name is Merrit, some call me Theseus. But you may make another name for me. One that you can speak."

He did not know if his lover had a name, but he wished to have something to call her, "and together, we will find a name that I may call you."