It seemed as Aimee spoke the Benshira fell apart slowly with each word. Aimee kept up her questions though and kept up the expectant gaze she was putting on the Benshira to answer. There was a small guilt in the Kelvic for putting the Benshira in this position but her love for her brother was much more immense than the love she felt for Elann. That said, she wanted to learn how to like Elann more, and she had found a way how to in Syliras. Now though, with Elann and Noah’s fighting, her brother was giving her unspoken reason to be cautious, and so she was cautious here, listening as Elann spoke on her side of the story.

The Kelvic knew this was the only way to really get Elann’s side of things. Noah wouldn’t speak on it much because he didn’t like to talk as it were and he would always play of Elann’s unintentional slights against him because of their bond and love. Aimee knew because she was the same way, and it wasn’t until Jocelyn had literally shaken her to see her most recent bond and relationship were toxic did she see the error in her ways. The last straw for that relationship was when Aimee and her love got into an argument. The last words he had said to her, yelling, were why she couldn’t be normal and act like a human. Crying and afraid, Aimee severed their bond, inflicting a tremendous pain on herself in that moment in order to spare herself prolonged ache later.

As Elann explained, Aimee felt herself recalling her former relationship and how the same underlying theme seemed to be at play here. It was off-putting but the Kelvic persevered, understanding that Elann’s approach to change were much more delicate than Aimee’s old bondmate. It did hurt her though when Elann said she made Noah cry. Unintentionally or not, it was a hard thing to here her brother in emotional distraughtness without being there to comfort him.

The tear Elann shed was a cementer of the guilt within Aimee’s belly. It spurred her to reach forth with her free hand to wipe Elann’s cheek, ridding the tear before withdrawing into herself again.

“I’m sorry if I distressed you,” she said softly. “I really care for my brother, that’s all. To see him like this is disheartening. I don’t know what to do though.” She sighed. “I hope you trying helps. I really do, because I don’t see him anymore, just something else there.”

“Sorry that you had to say all of that.”