[As she listens, she tries to keep her expression neutral, but that's never been easy for her. The story makes her ache for him, and she can't hide it. Kyna can't imagine it, can't imagine being given an order and feeling so trapped that you just do it, but it puts everything else in perspective.
She can't hold his hand, not with that stupid empathy bond. It feels invasive to have front row seats to his emotions, and though she won't admit it, the idea of sharing hers is a little terrifying, too. Kyna loops her fingers around his wrist instead, squeezing gently.]
Are you afraid you'll feel it with someone else, too?
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She can't hold his hand, not with that stupid empathy bond. It feels invasive to have front row seats to his emotions, and though she won't admit it, the idea of sharing hers is a little terrifying, too. Kyna loops her fingers around his wrist instead, squeezing gently.]
Are you afraid you'll feel it with someone else, too?