[ Ah... Psyche feels that flinch and eases back just a little, her expression softening in worry. She doesn't go far. It's so hard for them to understand each other sometimes — and small wonder, seeing why, two people who each find other people strange and incomprehensible in their own ways.

But Waltaquin is still touching her elbow, so while she withdraws the confining constraint of the hug, she still leans a little against her so Waltaquin knows that Psyche isn't pulling away from her. ]

Home... wasn't any better, was it? That memory of your father. [ Not bad in the same way as Haleg Lyn. A different emptiness. Psyche worries a little at her lip. ] ...I said you were like Medea, but... we're a little alike, too. My parents hid me away. I think... in their own way, they were frightened of me, too.