"I don't know that I understand her exactly, but I do understand her feelings," Glimmer says softly. She'd lost both parents, one taken from her by an enemy. They'd had that conversation before, more than once. Glimmer looks at Ellie, the swirl of emotions in her gut making her feel as if she might be sick. Anger. Grief. Sympathy. Hurt. It's all so much and she doesn't know what to do with all of it. Venting it all on Ellie isn't fair. Ellie certainly seems to feel bad enough about what she's done.

And at the same time part of Glimmer wishes she could just let it loose and be angry and sad instead of being kind and supportive.

"What don't you understand about her?" Glimmer hesitates--reaches out to lay her hand on Ellie's as they sit on the bed.