Hushed Willows [m] Hanging up the knives, humming melodies that rhyme

boone had never seen her so angry, and it scared him to the very core of his being.
he had followed her at a slower pace and come into their den with a sheen of glittering tears down his cheeks. he wasn't sure when he started crying. a moment ago, he too was angry; and yet it was now lost to him as fear began to choke him from the inside out.
reverie, he calls, voice trembling ferociously. let me explain, baby. please.
whether or not she answers, he begins anyway. i wanted to take you somewhere with people that can help you, he drops down to his knees and elbows, a slayed dragon. i didn't-- i didn't know what else to do. you were bleedin', and i know how rough you had it with blossom, and-- i didn't wanna fuck something up tryna help you by myself. please. you gotta understand. i-i didn't, i didn't mean to scare you.
please