[And Kyna's feeling all the same things—grief and guilt and hurt, a sort of lingering fear that she hasn't been able to shake since she woke up. The difference is, she's also relieved, and she laces their fingers together, squeezing tight. Even something about the roughness of his hands is a reminder that they're them again, no strange other life, and it's deeply comforting in a way she wouldn't be able to put into words.
Despite her struggles with the empathy bond, she missed it, too. She missed the easy connection, the way it saves her from trying and failing to put her feelings into words. So part of this is for her, yes, but she thinks he needs it, too. Maybe knowing that she's feeling all the same things, that she's not judging or pitying him, will help.]
It's okay. You don't have to show me anything. This is all I wanted.
[Actually asking him to share memories with her from the Aerie when it's all so fresh just feels... invasive.]
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Despite her struggles with the empathy bond, she missed it, too. She missed the easy connection, the way it saves her from trying and failing to put her feelings into words. So part of this is for her, yes, but she thinks he needs it, too. Maybe knowing that she's feeling all the same things, that she's not judging or pitying him, will help.]
It's okay. You don't have to show me anything. This is all I wanted.
[Actually asking him to share memories with her from the Aerie when it's all so fresh just feels... invasive.]