[What will she do, now that she knows this weaknesses of his, this newfound information that could save or condemn depending on who wielded it and where it was directed? Something too delightful to fully let go of but too destructive to wield.]

... I won't. [Shuddering, she puts it away, an object as sacred as the shroud that now winds inanimately around her forearm.

That wasp won't find them unless it hunts, an inactivity it seems uninterested in given it prefers to patrol its unfairly earned territory. Caren kneels there and opens her lap to him, legs barely protected but just welcoming enough, though even running hot with Meridian's influence she can't take away that her extremities are always slightly cold. She makes no move to touch him right away, but the place is there for him to rest and catch his breath.]

I have never known you to be shattered by anything. [Overpowered, maybe; controlled, yes. She has seen or heard of those sorts of things. It is an entirely different experience, to see him on the precipice of broken.] I must confess it is a sight I never thought I'd see, and I'm not sure how to respond. [She will keep the rotating mass of excitement and repulsion in her stomach to herself, as long as she can contain it from bursting out from within her.] You shouldn't be injured, though.