Love's mind reeled with confusion. Elora had been her closest friend, after meeting her in their late teens, and she had thought that she knew everything about her, even if she herself had been closed off for the most part.
"I don't know why she didn't tell you. But it wasn't your fault, Love." Ezra pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her whilst Love concentrated on the painful ache in the centre of her chest, gently pushing back the now swirling energy that responded to his contact, and feeling thankful for its distraction.
After some time, Love pressed herself against him tighter and placed her head against his chest where she would have heard a heartbeat, "If I'd have asked you to, would you have turned her? To save her."
"No." Ezra replied immediately.
Love stiffened, recalling the same answer from Faith the day that Sunny died, and she had asked a similar question, '...no, there is nothing I would have done.'
