Swiftcurrent Creek neck full of mockingbirds, all calling your name

She knows I know, Akavir.
The words come from her in one slow, sharp sentence, heart thrumming right up against her ribcage and nearly jumping up out of her throat. She— I don't know. We talked, the other night, Silver and I. About-- a lotta things. And, and-- Jesus, you were right. He needs to go. The venom drips from every word, a raking of her claws through the knotted grass. But I don't know what we should do. Do we talk to the leaders of Kvarsheim? Do we just, like, ban him from Swiftcurrent without sayin' anything and pray shit doesn't hit the fan an' he doesn't cost us an ally? But do we even want their allyship if they choose to keep his ass around?
Her breath quickens. His eyes melt into her, and she knows this, and she can't bring herself to look to him. I... I care about her. And you. And your daughter. And I don't-- I feel like I can't live in peace knowing he's just running amongst our fuckin' valley as a free man.