Swiftcurrent Creek and maybe you're too good for me

She'd half-expected to feel satisfied in drawing some sort of reaction from him, but the grief in his whispered apologies somehow only cuts her more deeply. Neither of them had wanted this — but they'd both done it, hadn't they? The thought fills her with a different sort of shame than before. She tenses as he settles his head beside hers, fighting the urge to lash out even as her attitude toward him softens and her tears inexplicably begin to abate. Suddenly she feels so, so tired.
As her sobbing calms and her breathing slows, she's hit in force by a flood of conflicting emotion; a change of pace from the pure devastation she'd felt only moments prior, yet almost as distressing. She wants to comfort him — maybe more than she wants to sink her teeth into him. A sigh slips from her, and she tentatively inches her own face closer to his until they're just barely touching, still trembling and struggling to withhold the last of her quietly-falling tears. Every logical fiber of her being says that she should distance herself; unfortunately, the part in control right now says that Kavik is hers, regardless of any turmoil.