Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Fairy blue, it is only for you that I would crush the stars

He didn't want to talk about it, then. Reverie could do nothing but smile at his suggestion, resisting the growing tightness in her throat with every ounce of her being. She was uncertain what she might do here. There were so many things they needed to talk about. And she didn't want to force him, but Arric had been right. Not talking was cruel.
She followed him in her own thoughtful silence until it seemed as if they might be nearing the place he'd meant. We need to talk, Reverie said before she could stop herself, and when she turned to him she tried to have nothing but love and concern in her eyes. She tried not to let him see the hurt. But I don't want to force you, so... are you comfortable with talking now?