Stone Circle Life alone makes me shake

The woman wanted to know if she could ask him a personal question.

Crowfeather watched her, fearful and hesitant to agree to such a thing. He had no secrets, of course. There was nothing that he had done well to hide. The tripod had lived his life with his heart upon his sleeve. His feelings could be read in the light of his eyes and the lines on his face. To know that she might ask something deeply personal was nerve wracking.

Y-Yes, of course.

Friends shared with each other. Crowfeather would need to demonstrate that he could be a good friend to Reverie, if she would be expected to let him in, allow him to be closer. She seemed troubled. As he looked her over, he hoped he hadn’t said something that might have upset her.