Stone Circle Life alone makes me shake

She watched his expression change. Her question took him far away, somewhere she could not reach him, and Reverie didn't even try. She could only watch the pain bloom across Crowfeather's features, and wait for the answer she already knew. It had been naive of her, perhaps, to hope that no one else suffered the way she did. But there was a certain kinship in this shared wound, one she would press into Crowfeather's hands to remind him that this heartbreak need not leave him empty-handed. Not entirely.
I think I understand, Her own voice dropped to a whisper, and she stepped toward him, around the gifts he'd brought to offer — a hug. Just a hug, nothing more. Only if he wanted it. Reverie had seen the heart of his suffering, as she'd wanted, and knew now that they were more alike than she ever could have guessed. She couldn't help, couldn't even offer it the way Crowfeather had, but she could give him this.