Homonoia had been pretty stiff when he first met her. Hugging, touching, holding hands and anything that involved closeness were a struggle. She was very particular, it was a wonder Kyle had managed to break her walls. At first it was probably because she had an insane urge to protect him, but then that protection grew into something else. Her mother, Praxidike had that same stiffness with physical touch. It didn't bother Kyle, he didn't take it personally.
Kyle was already imagining what musical instrument this little girl was going to have in her hand when she came out of the womb.