She wants to cry, a little. Kyra's fortifications around her own feelings are high and spiked. Gaps in her armor are rare. People have found them. Marina herself has. Never quite like this. She feels like her heart's been stabbed and flooded with fondness. Something stronger than that. It hurts, it's so potent. But she's comfortable too. Nothing in the world could move her from this.

Her entire spine collapses into gravity, and she allows herself to rest. She scratches Sunny's ears softly, and nestles in to Marina's shoulder, pressing a kiss to her collarbone almost idly. "I could've done better." She says, distant. "But...thank you. For letting me come over. I was lonely."

And it had been overwhelming. All these feelings for so many people. Now that there's only one place for them to go, it works out.