Fox's Glade jalada

a fool's tears! a coward's weeping! if she wanted akavir, she could have him; oh, silvertongue knew very much what she could possess and not, but she understood the cost of such selfish actions. and she wanted none of it, had become accustomed to the mutual exchange. arric held her and asked for nothing, and somehow this forced a stronger weeping; she buried her forehead against his shoulder and sobbed until there was nothing left.