Sophie was trembling. She took a deep, shaky breath when Quentin pushed her back. She wiped her cheeks. Her eyes were red and wet. It was a few moments before she trusted her voice.
"Esme," she said, unable to fully explain it verbally. She didn't know what to say. She still felt so vulnerable. "She.." Please, fill in the blanks. She couldn't even show him over their link, because there was nothing visual, and she didn't want to subject him to the feeling of being controlled.