[She hadn't expected this sort of feedback. After all, the cognitive telepathy had only ever been one-way, and the only way she could explore the minds of others was when their conscious minds had retreated into the realm of sleep. Is it because of the direct contact? Because of the deep level of what she's communicating to him? Because these feelings of his are so overpowering?]
[A few theories bubble up in her mind, but she avoids acknowledging them — not wanting to let her mind stray too far, lest she send her curious questions over to him and overpower everything else she's trying to convey.]
[She looks up at him, and in moments she's kissing him again. Not the hungry and passionate kisses that they shared before, but something more tender and comforting, calming, nurturing — the kind of kisses you might give to heal a wound. It's too much to hope that this alone could dissolve away everything that's scarring his chest from the inside, but at least he'll feel the intent behind her lips.]
[But she breaks it to give him his reply, clutching him tightly as she speaks.] I have seen it. The many different things you've become...
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[A few theories bubble up in her mind, but she avoids acknowledging them — not wanting to let her mind stray too far, lest she send her curious questions over to him and overpower everything else she's trying to convey.]
[She looks up at him, and in moments she's kissing him again. Not the hungry and passionate kisses that they shared before, but something more tender and comforting, calming, nurturing — the kind of kisses you might give to heal a wound. It's too much to hope that this alone could dissolve away everything that's scarring his chest from the inside, but at least he'll feel the intent behind her lips.]
[But she breaks it to give him his reply, clutching him tightly as she speaks.] I have seen it. The many different things you've become...