If there was anything that could help her it was far beyond Kaine's reasoning. But there was nothing she was wrong about. They were speaking two conversations, halves missing from each. She turned her hand up to squeeze his in return before working up a smile. "I hope for all your sake's that it's true." Because Kaine had never experienced an ache, only the constant absence of a piece of herself.

But now she had permission to reach around and wrap Alain up in a hug, holding him for a good, decent amount of time. Hugs were a mutual affection that never seemed to do any harm, and for as much as she meant to comfort him and give him a little refuge it couldn't be said that she didn't get something out of it, too.