Eh? She blinks at him, confused. Why was he worried?

“I’m…I’m fine,” she says after a moment, still struggling with words. “I’m fine. I’m not sick. It’s just…”

Can she? Should she? Well honestly she really shouldn’t, but if he’d said what she thought, then what was the harm?

She cringes apologetically.

“Your thoughts are very loud.” But he should be very warm and very dry by now, what little moisture was left suddenly evaporated in the power surge.