Guilt rushes Marina at Kyra's dazed tone, and she feels anything but perfect. Too far. Sunny might be keeping Marina's hands from roaming where they shouldn't, but hearts were what was really at danger. Kyra acting like she's the world is intoxicating, from the tone of her voice to the weight of her body against her - fully trusting, loving. Two hearts in perfect sync.

But it's all an illusion. This might be pulling poorly hidden truths to the surface for Marina, but she can't reasonably expect the same of Kyra, not with the remnants of a shadow still swimming in her head. She shifts awkwardly against the sofa arm, words stumbling out at a halting pace. "Hey. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. You're really fuzzy right now."