Lost Creek Hollow avisame

I do worry, he whispered for her. 

The shadow’s dark features shifted downward. He didn’t want to think that she might be unhappy. Silvertongue was vital to Riverclan, to Crowfeather, and to the future they might share. Once, he had imagined that he could not live without Germanicus. Now, he understood that he could not live happily without both of them. 

I just want you to be happy. I want- I want you to know… Why had words become so difficult for him? That you are loved. The tripod’s voice was scarcely above a whisper. 

Anyway, did you meet anyone interesting on your travels? You look- Different, he wanted to say. Glowing!