Swiftcurrent Creek stay with me, my blood, you don't need to run

His question only intensifies her tears, and for a moment she can't bring herself to answer, struggling against the thickness in her throat. I-I don't know, She chokes out after what feels like an eternity, pressing to him a little more tightly as if it might soothe her own turmoil — it doesn't. Nothing can, it seems, and she has never known how to cope with emotions that cannot simply be smothered.