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[chichichi]

[ She relaxes under his hand, in his arm, lap. Tilts her head just slightly into his hand when she feels his fingers against her hair, her eyes half lidded. She's no less attentive, filing questions into queue as they arise and certain pieces fall and fit more neatly into place. That distinct energy of his that would fray the nerves and send the average person running in a cold sweat -- looking at it, it makes more sense to her now in addition to what she gleans from her sense of it and there's things she wants to ask, things abruptly speared with a figurative pin with his last statement.

She tenses in the same instant her eyes snap open. ]

Your Ability could kill you?

[ The very same he uses so readily, easily? He'd never said anything about that before and just now he'd said if he "let it loose". She knows in this instant, she's missing something she can't afford to miss -- ]