His voice in her head sounds reassuring, for all that the sounds themselves are gibberish. Daine attempts a less embarrassed smile, though she's not sure how convincing it is.
Her brow furrows as Edgar starts his pantomime. He was sad: all right. She was happy: not exactly, but close enough. She took his hand, which... surprised him? But she could tell as much without the little show, so there must be more to it than that. Something about his heart? Is he ill? No; Almondine would have reacted if that was the case. Something about her smile - her happiness? - and his chest...
And then it hits her - perhaps because her ability to communicate with the People has been reduced to feelings instead of words. He's picking up on her feelings!
But a moment later, she's shaking her head, because that can't be right. Whatever mental connection they forge when touching, it's only ever gone one way: from him to her. It's not as if she's been talking to him with her mind like she does with animals.
Maybe she misunderstood him. Daine presses a hand to her own chest in an echo of his earlier gesture, then points to their still-linked hands, then points to him, her expression wavering between confusion and disbelief. Is he really saying that he can feel what she's feeling?
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Her brow furrows as Edgar starts his pantomime. He was sad: all right. She was happy: not exactly, but close enough. She took his hand, which... surprised him? But she could tell as much without the little show, so there must be more to it than that. Something about his heart? Is he ill? No; Almondine would have reacted if that was the case. Something about her smile - her happiness? - and his chest...
And then it hits her - perhaps because her ability to communicate with the People has been reduced to feelings instead of words. He's picking up on her feelings!
But a moment later, she's shaking her head, because that can't be right. Whatever mental connection they forge when touching, it's only ever gone one way: from him to her. It's not as if she's been talking to him with her mind like she does with animals.
Maybe she misunderstood him. Daine presses a hand to her own chest in an echo of his earlier gesture, then points to their still-linked hands, then points to him, her expression wavering between confusion and disbelief. Is he really saying that he can feel what she's feeling?