The trouble with this particular ailment is that it doesn't feel unnatural. The desires and attractions that play at the corners of her heart aren't strange ones. There's just no other half of her brain pushing back down on them. In a toxic way she won't examine right now, she really likes it. Around the right people. She is, now.

She blinks up at Marina opening the door like she'd just seen a star fall. Kyra's grip on Sunny tightens, and the dog wriggles around, so she puts him down, hoping he won't go too far. But she needs to stretch her hand out so Marina will take it. That seems like priority. "Hi." she breathes out, and it's really all she's capable of.