Katherine's chest ached, her heart breaking for Eward in his predicament. She loved Miles, adored him, but could not imagine feeling suffocated by him as Eward seemed to feel of Lysander. Naturally it was different, but avoiding one's own sibling, fearing their presence, their very survival? No wonder Eward felt as he did of his own sanity.
She wasted no time in hurrying to the sofa, descending upon it with hurried grace, taking both of Eward's hands in her own smaller clammy ones. Katherine lowered her eyes, terrified that she might say something wrong. "You are not. Your mind may change on account of Lysander, but it is not lost."