She stayed very still for him, not returning the kiss because she didn't want to hurt him any more than she already might, but still wrapping her arms around him to hold him anyway.  Her eyes closed and she savored the moment, letting herself enjoy the comfort for its own sake as he let out his emotions.<br/><br/>When the illusion was over, she kept an arm around him, holding him not in adoration but in protective comfort.  If this was all she could do, she was still happy to offer it.  As dangerous as it was to push his emotions like she was doing, she knew that both of them needed it.  "Tell me how sorry you are, Marcus," she said in Avarael's voice.  "Tell me how much you miss me, how the world is so much darker without my smile.  Tell me how much you still weep for me."<br/><br/>She was scared, even though her voice showed nothing but love and pleading.  She just couldn't shake the feeling that even if he hated her for it, it would be one of the few times when her power was used for something truly important.  Maybe if he could tell her now, he'd have an easier time telling the real Becky.