If there was any sort of role reversal for those long moments Kitty held June to her and cried, she didn't notice. She was too heartsick over thinking about a parent doing such terrible harm to their own child, to a person they helped create. So she cried, and let everything that had been building up inside her come pouring out with it. Her own fear from the attack. The fear that she was going to die that night. Despair over being let go from a job she loved simply because of what she was. It all came out then, and when her tears slowed, she felt lighter than she had in weeks.
When June said the burns were the worst she'd received, Kitty nodded silently. Mutations were often triggered by trauma, though it was more common in children who'd already hit puberty. "I'm glad he was too afraid to touch you," Kitty admitted quietly. "Or else you wouldn't have ended up here. And I know, even though it's only been a little over half a year, my life would be different if you hadn't come here." It would be missing the piece that June filled in her, the need to look after someone the way Ro always looked after her. As June got older the relationship would change, but they would always be linked.
Her lips pursed slightly at the request, knowing she should say no without hesitation, but it wasn't so easy. "I don't know, June. Professor Munroe would not be happy with me if I let you sleep in here. I'm not really your mother, I'm your teacher and your mentor. It's a little inappropriate."