Comfort and the memory of its absence flow together in you, an easy inner weather rather than a skill you practice. Chiron and the Moon form a trine in your chart: the wound that knows what tenderness is worth and the instinct to care are one climate you simply breathe. You read other people's unspoken hurts almost before they open their mouths, and your warmth arrives unforced, the way a room warms when someone kind walks in. Being soothed by you feels natural to everyone around you. Grief and gentleness rarely move in the same effortless breath, and because yours asks nothing visible of you, you can stop seeing it as the gift it plainly is.