Neverwinter Forest glitter

Important conversations have always been strange for Aibreann; her instinct in any serious situation is to detach, to view it from a place above her own feelings, neutral. Yet these conversations are anything but neutral — and it shows. Bit by bit, Mal has torn away the walls and floors keeping her locked away from the true emotion behind the conversation. And with his confession, it all comes crumbling down. No matter how much she tries to keep this professional, she cares deeply for Mal, and that complicates everything. She doesn't even have a good reason for caring about him, she thinks; he's only ever done what she has asked of him. But she can't shake the feeling.
She leans into him as his ears flatten, nose pressing into his cheek and trailing down to bury in his neck fur. She stays like that for several seconds, simply pressed against him, and when she finally pulls away she makes sure to lick his cheek a few times. It isn't stupid. The fear of our situation changing is the reason I brought this up. It seems that you're afraid of others' reactions changing our relationship, or your relationship with them — that is my concern as well. I'm afraid that... if we leave things unclear for too long for the sake of others, then eventually it will be impossible to have such a promise between us. I worry that eventually you'll be so bound up in your obligations to everyone else that you'll have no room for me. You spare no effort in keeping those around you happy, and it is a trait I adore in you — but in this situation, it scares me. I do not want to lose you to the whims of others who may not be willing to stay by your side and promise you the rest of their lives as I have. Unexpectedly, heat stings her eyes, and she looks away. Crying isn't something she's accustomed to, and she refuses to allow it into this conversation. It takes a few moments to collect herself, but when her gaze finds Mal again, the tears are gone.