Swiftcurrent Creek we fell through the ice when we tried not to slip

lestan was surprised when reverie spoke, his entire being attuned toward her with a tremble of his soft ears. 
her pain became his own, and in it, the mayfair grew resolute. his cornflower eyes fixed to akavir, then to reverie, and then to his cousin once more.
he glanced behind them at the home they had been building, then swallowed and lifted his head. "if you want us to leave, akavir, say it. w-we'll be gone tonight." he was not ignorant of how they had strained the pack and one another, and lestan was not truly sure of his abilities to keep them safe beyond swiftcurrent.
but he offered all the same, gaze filled with many things.