Patience listened quietly, watching her. She knew what desire felt like, though perhaps had not felt it as strongly or in quite the same way as Chastity was describing. And she knew what it was like to see beauty in someone that was with someone else, but it had never gone so far as real desire or longing. She was usually perfectly comfortable admiring from afar, in those situations.
"That sounds difficult," she said, some sympathy in her tone. For everyone involved, really: she couldn't imagine it was easy for any of them. Though the third person might be oblivious. "Do you see him often?"