Kentamin frowned at this explanation. Had she this affliction when she was so young? And now, as she matured, a lady of the purest, had it manifest then as she come to age? It wasn't unlikely, and in fact, practical;- many cases were like this, especially among the gentile. But it didn't necessarily make this any easier.
At her comment, he peered towards the window where the weather was now tame.
He thought to the raw power of a summer storm, and how mighty the lightning flashes were, how strong the earth rumbling thunder was. He gave a small smile, though it was empty.
How terrifying for such a woman, or any, to own it.
He needed to do this. For her sake...
and for his.
He swallowed the knot in his throat and returned his gaze to Lily.
"They are."
He took her hand gently and lifted it to his lips and kissed it softly.
"But I am here to help you let go. Lily... These.. storms, your connection, your... ability, it's a plague. You understand this, do you not?"