And immediately, some sort of barrier goes up, prickly and distant. Daniel doesn't move his projection to follow but leaves it where it is, head at an angle. It should be easier to glean insight now, being what he is, witnessing emotions coiling and uncoiling as they happen.

Understanding the emotion doesn't necessarily help him understand its cause.

"Okay," he says slowly. "I am sorry I couldn't come sooner. But in my defense, I had just died, so." He simulates a faintly bewildered shrug.