[Iris reaches across the game board, and lays her hand lightly on top of his. If he lets her, if he doesn't pull away, this is when he can see her through her other senses. There's no probing, no intrusion; she's just there around him like a scented cloud of compassionate, amused curiosity.]
Show me?
[She is, in fact, capable of digging deeper, of pulling truth out of a person; she just isn't trying to. She brushes her awareness only lightly over the surface of his thoughts, backing her words with an unspoken plea to let her share his troubles.]
no subject
[Iris reaches across the game board, and lays her hand lightly on top of his. If he lets her, if he doesn't pull away, this is when he can see her through her other senses. There's no probing, no intrusion; she's just there around him like a scented cloud of compassionate, amused curiosity.]
Show me?
[She is, in fact, capable of digging deeper, of pulling truth out of a person; she just isn't trying to. She brushes her awareness only lightly over the surface of his thoughts, backing her words with an unspoken plea to let her share his troubles.]