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"What - what do you do exactly?" Zorada was prodding her brother as he finished assembling his belongings. "How does it feel?" "I just hold his hands." Wynn replied bleakly, staring out at nothing in particular. "And how does it feel?" She prompted. "It - feels - " he didn't know how to explain it, and so lapsed into silence. It was hard to get himself back together, he was trembling. Zorada was frustrated with this answer. He wouldn't talk about it at all usually, and even now she wasn't getting the whole story. She had asked her mother, but all she said was that Wynn just 'absorbed people's trouble and made them feel better' - what did that mean? Absorb it how? "Do you feel angry now?" She tried. "Are you going to get angry like he was?" "No." He managed to focus on her. "Have we got enough food for Jonah?" She shrugged, cat care was left mainly to Wynn. He zipped up his case, and dragged it off the bed, then made for the door. "Hey - Wynn, err - what happens to the - the trouble? What's it like?" "Maybe I'll show you some time." He said quietly, leaving her and going downstairs to collect up Jonah and his things. He was afraid they might leave him behind.
