Naiobe leaned forward, stroking the soft neck of her horse lightly. She could see Owen's distress, and she tried to think about where it would have come from. It seemed to her that Owen wanted to be the protector and the rescuer; it's not a new story to Naiobe. She kept her eyes on the horse's mane as she thought about what to say. It was not that she could not feel emotion; she could feel emotion just fine. It was that she did not have the motivation, largely, to take on the sort of feelings that seemed to drive Owen.<br/><br/>"I... can't much fathom my brother's mind," she says quietly. "But he always seems harsher on the ones that have others who love them. It's as if he relishes the ability to hurt one person and hurt many more." She swallows hard, then glances at Owen. "I'm sorry. I wish I could stop it. I wish I could help you."