Daia

The panic, the strength of his thoughts, almost bowled her over. She blinks rapidly and shakes her head, trying to shake away the noise, before realizing what she’s doing.

Well that looked suspicious.

Another flurry of blinks, an aborted attempt at speaking, and she raises a shaking hand to her forehead.

She takes a few seconds to respond.

“Y-you’re not…alone,” she pushes out, trying above all to calm him. “You’re not— The hunters—“ did he say vampire?

“You’re safe here,” she settles on for the moment, given she can’t tell her thoughts from his, not what he’d actually said versus what he had thought. Telepath problems.