If there is anything Lucille is good at, it's sharing emotional weight. She touches Maya's shoulder, gently radiating empathy. It's not a magic cure-all, but it helps to share the weight of one's troubles. Lucille's version is merely a more literal translation of that principle.

Lucille is surprised by a sudden clamoring, a word bubbling forth in her mind with bright intensity: joy. These wisps of possibility are among her lesser-explored abilities, but this one is clear enough. She smiles at Maya, saying, "You're not alone, believe me."