Stone Circle Fallen like hundred year old trees missed your body

What was so horrible about this Lestan?
The fear that had begun to take Reverie in; the dark glaze to eyes of pale daffodil; Boone's chest hurt, watching her like this. Okay, he resolves, voice chalked down to a mere husky whisper. I promise.
And although at first he'd been hesitant, he leans forward with a paw outreached for one of her own, and his eyes shimmer and gleam with something serious. You can tell me.
Do I need to kill somebody?