[Kaz’s first instinct is to respond that if one shuts their emotions down, even grief can glide off stone. What he’s come to learn however is that while his pain is very real, it doesn’t make him special. Stella isn’t talking about him right now. And while he might at one point have fled rather than talk about emotions, his or anyone else’s, he remains standing there albeit awkwardly.]

It sounds like you have a lot buried. Or perhaps you’ve shoveled it up.

[She gets a snort at the rest.]

They’re just worse than cats if you don’t feed them, and just as bad to herd.