Ouroboros Spine every day it's getting higher

I told her, Valiant. 

Vaire struggled against the tears, trying to be succinct in her words, but unable to find that peace.

I told her how mother and husband both left me, and she took those words, and did it too. What was I supposed to think? What was I supposed to do? She covered her face with one of her legs.

What do I do now? Can I trust her to not run again? Here, the fawn legged girl dripping tears made her home against the hurt caused by others, and tried to withstand the storm. And she had not. She had run to the deer, and they had returned her scarred.