[I like talking to you. Now that's... something Reyna doesn't hear often. Or at all. Like ever. Not even Jason has said that to her, and they spend time together the most.

Her head tilts a bit, braid flopping over her shoulder as she glances at Heather.] I... like talking to you, too. It's refreshing. I worry about letting others see me with any guard down, just in case.