Sunbeam Lair vicariously I live while the whole world dies

It hadn't taken much in the way of convincing at all to get him to return to her side. She is swallowed in another embrace, his arms around her torso and his nose pressed against her neck. A soft moan of contentment, followed by a gentle, encapsulating silence.
It wasn't much in the way of easing the anguish of the trials they had before them, but it was something. He had her.
After a long, dull quiet, she whispers; Promise me you won't tell her if I don't, a shudder runs from skull to tailtip. Silvertongue. We-- we shouldn't tell her we know. Let her live in peace.
And maybe there was some kind of implication in her desperate tone. But what did it matter? To Silvertongue, neither Swiftcurrent man or woman were better. She did not love either one, not really, nor would she grow to.
Right?