"You have nothing to apologize for, Aves," Connor said.
Avery knew it wasn't quite true, but she just nodded and focused on calming down, slipping back into boredom. She slouched down in her seat and stared out the window, then grabbed her journal, quickly flipping it open to a blank page and using a handful of colored pencils to work on a less-than-perfect sketch of a cat. There were wisps of soft shadow coming off of the cat in her drawing.
"We just have to work on her control," Aunt Daisy was saying to Connor. "Once she can keep her abilities in check, she can start taking risks like playing and laughing. But you should know better."
"We're in a moving car!" the 17 year old argued back. "And she's ten."
"Yes, and now the van behind us seems more interested in staying directly behind us."