[A lot of that Ianthe already knew, listening in as she did when people spoke across the psychic network. The things one of her journals had, transcribed from conversations foolishly brandished in the open. Some of the details were new, but the essence was the same. Ianthe had been right in her assessment during their dinner date where she'd smelled the familiar stench of abuse.
Her arms stayed steady, her body solid, cheek resting against Gilia's head.]
Your feelings are valid. You're allowed to feel them, Lia.
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Her arms stayed steady, her body solid, cheek resting against Gilia's head.]
Your feelings are valid. You're allowed to feel them, Lia.