Lost Creek Hollow Here comes good news, here comes sorrow

Sandy froze as Crow moved and wanted to back up. He didn't want to bother him. He didn't move in any fast way. Instead he simply waited, and when Crow moved against him, he embraced him as gently as he could. He knew these things were not the way. His own love had been one that had not chosen a gender for themselves. So he could understand how this was difficult.

Ears flicked forward as the words began to come. They came fast and hard and painful. Each word like a blow. And his heart broke each and every time. How could someone hold this much pain inside. How had he survived? Clearly he must be a perseverant soul. A generally good soul.

First you aren't going to ruin anything. Nothing do you hear me. I would think that Silver tongue is sweet and kind enough to not take it to hard.

Secondly, whoever did this to you, deserves all my wrath. He grumbled to himself. 

Have you spoken to Silver tongue on a more personal level? That you cannot give her waht she wants or that she even absolutely wants that?