Swiftcurrent Creek compa

Say it.
Oh, Wren loathed how she could not lie to her.
She falters, ever so quickly letting the chaos enrapture her as her breath is held before she finally, finally says it, with eyes that beg for her not to turn away; I really like you, Silver, she stammers, sheepish, quiet. and that... scares me. A-and I so, so badly don't want to fuck this up. Between us. I-- okay. I used to have a-a thing, for Akavir, and he and Eshe are... a thing. Kind of. Which is, like, okay, whatever, I don't care. But she's so sweet and nice and, like, conventionally attractive, and I'm stupidly fuckin' jealous of her because she's absolutely nothing like me and I saw her talkin' to you and I got scared and--
A breath; a steadying one. I don't-- I don't wanna force you to be exclusive or anything yet. I... I get it, seriously, I do. I'm just-- I'm terrified. I've never done this before. And I don't understand what the hell it is you could possibly see in me but at the same time I feel like I'm not-- I'm not, good enough for you. You're... you're gorgeous, and you're smart, and you're sweet and you deserve-- so much. Even if you don't think you do.
She waits, now; hollow.