Karla didn't say a word of protest, no matter how painful Ben's grip got. If she weren't so busy weaving and Healing, she'd've tried to send some emotions back, like soothing and calm and comfort.

But then she got to a section of the web where she could take on some of his pain if she wanted--and hesitated.

"Let me," she whispered, unwilling to go against what he'd said. "I can share it. I will. Just say okay."