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[hr][b][sup][color=#fadadd]｢ Geneva, Switzerland | January, 23 | Midnight ｣[/color][/sup][/b]
The prospect of seeing another one of her siblings was a band-aid to the broken heart she was currently nursing. It didn't erase the hurt or sorrow, only kept her together enough to function. Seven didn't realize how absolutely drained she was until she felt her control slipping once more, although not of her light this time. Being confined in such a small space already made it harder not to [i]eavesdrop[/i], or whatever you would call tuning into others' emotions, and her exhaustion exacerbated things. The driver, for instance, radiated apprehension and discomfort. It felt like an annoying itch she couldn't scratch that, as they drove through a slew of picturesque townhomes, became unbearable. 

Seven gritted her teeth through it, but ultimately couldn't help herself. With nothing more than a simple flutter of her eyelashes as a sign, she eased his concerns and gave him a dose of glee. It was a discreet change in his mood—he was humming quietly now, instead of fidgeting nonstop in his seat—but Emm probably noticed.

Speaking of her beloved… it wasn't just the driver's anxiousness that gnawed on her. Emm wasn't faring any better and she wished she could help him now. Should she ask him if he needed help? Of course not, he'd only refuse. What if she didn't tell him and just did it? Seven knew that Emm had seemed singularly immune to her light, but she didn't know how strongly he could resist her emotion control. The only time she had ever tried it on him was the first night he was assigned to her, and that resulted in days of isolation and a lesson learned.

Seven stared at him for a long moment before simply reaching out a hand to place on top of his, half-prepared to recoil if he got mad. In the distance, she could make out the telltale structure of the airport slowly coming into view. 

[color=#fadadd]"Don't worry, I'll protect you."[/color]