“It’s really hard to make yourself vulnerable to someone, isn’t it?” Natalia said, her expression introspective. “To have them know that their mood affects yours, their actions determine your day, their nearness affects your contentment. So much power to give one person. In the wrong hands, they could play you until you’re broken.” Her gaze was sympathetic. “But we’re all a wee bit broken, anyway, so maybe it’s worth the risk. Who knows? The right person might even heal some of the cracks.”
