It's not a lack of words that pushes Alexa forward, wraps her around Caval in a tender but firm hug. 

Oh, the words definitely play a part--believe her, she tries. Opens her mouth, fails, gulps, and then draws Caval in. But what even does she say to that? How could she possibly respond? What speech could properly fill that void?

...She doesn't even know what the right speech ought to be. You're not broken? But they [i]are,[/i] just look at them! None of them are fulfilling their purpose, that for which they were made. But "you all are broken" also doesn't feel right? Broken, but that's not bad?

Hugging is easier than thinking. She can close her eyes, nestle Caval close, occupy herself with running her hands across her back. Reassure her that she's here, and here and now, so long as she holds her, the world will be alri--

The world blurs, her arms are empty, and the world is not alright. She swallows. Kaeri. Bella. This is a hell of a pickle to suddenly be transported into without warning. She can handle one or the other easily, but both?

[i]Tell her she’s wrong, please.[/i]

"She is wrong, please."

She shouldn't be surprised, really. Molech was secure enough in himself, in his prestige, his power, that the idea of retaining people simply to reassure him of the same would be laughable. And Nero almost didn't care that Alexa existed, so long as she didn't get any ideas about leaving or rebelling or things of that ilk. 

Still, the surprise hurts. Having her voice stolen, parroted, reminding her that she is not her own, hurts all the more. She'd... well, she'd almost started to think that...

The thought sticks in her throat like a lump. She was wrong. Nevermind what she thought.

"I..." Don't fiddle with the bouquet, Alexa. You're the best. You have the best poker face. No tells. Stony disposition, that's the key. "I am... unsure?"  

She's being asked a question. Don't look away, that's a sign of lying. Face her, and don't let the burgeouning panic show on the outside. 

"You have... brought me out of the palace, to be sure. Opened my eyes to many things. You are a better master than"--[i]your mother[/i]--"others I have served. I do not count you among my enemies."  She swallows. "So long as you hold my seal, I physically cannot count you among my enemies. I am perfectly loyal to you, can do nothing to defy your orders. If that is what you seek in a friend, then yes, I am your friend."