Worried for your life, but even more so, concerned as to what could have drained Chrysalis so thoroughly, you reached out to place a hand on her face, stroking it from her nose up to her horn. Part of you knew it was a bad idea, because every time you fed her your love was just going to make things harder on Ap, but you never were able to control your emotions anyways. That's why you cried uncontrollably at night from ages eight to... well, you were still working on that.