Swiftcurrent Creek And the thousands of stars come out thousands of times

Lestan spoke again of leaving, but sooner, not forever this time. She could only pull away slightly and nod her agreement. Then he was questioning her again, and she froze. She wished for a moment that he hadn't asked, that he would have waited — but he had a right to ask, didn't he? Reverie just wished that she could explain.
Her eyes filled with tears again and fell away from him, but soon returned to the slashes of red that stood out so starkly against his beautiful woodsy fur. This was what she had wanted to prevent. But she'd failed, and instead she'd hurt Lestan for no reason at all. With her own actions, and with Tybault's; if only she had never agreed, if she had left sooner, this would not have happened. Maybe it was terrible of her, to want to take that choice away from Lestan, but —
When you find the brightest and most beautiful thing in the world, how can you stand by and watch it become something bloodstained and weary?
Maybe she understood Tybault's perspective more than she would have liked.