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Somehow it reassured Zee that she was not the only one afraid of thunderstorms - even if Iolaire claimed that it was a fear of the past for her. She nuzzled in closer to the giant, breathing in his scent to steady himself. Her focus drew more upon the healer, and she looked over at her face as she admitted her overload of emotions. "I'm glad you're okay." It was a sad response, though she didn't wish to pry on a topic that she had no business in. If Iolaire wanted to speak to her about what was bothering her, she would. If not, she could confide in their mutual titan and that didn't bother Zee at all. "The tea is splendid."

The thunder outside dimmed and quieted, and she allowed herself a heavy exhale. "I think it's slowing." Her voice lacked confidence, and she looked back between her husband and his sister for confirmation. "Right?"