Lost Creek Hollow But this is exhausting, this love

He held her in the dark and let her words sink into him.

It was not wrong. She said she was happy for him, happy that Germanicus had come back to him. And it was difficult for him to feel anything but elated disbelief. If this was death, he had found his way to the starry heavens. If these were heartbroken dreams, Crowfeather never wished to wake from them.

I think you’ll like him, he said in his hushed voice. The shadow could not be certain, of course. He wished for them to love each other the way that he loved them. Silvertongue and Germanicus were the most important figures in his life. And how could he not love you? the dark Star went on. He squeezed her against his chest.