[She feels oddly embarrassed by both the apology and the praise. It's nothing to apologize for--] It's not your fault.
[And it's not, it's really not. She looks away and sighs. Brave? Everyone keeps telling her that but...] Just a friend. You're doing a good job.
[It feels strange still to consciously refer to people as friends. But, well, they call each other by their first names so they must be some sort of close even if they're prickly at each other]
But really, don't be sorry. I used to hate this power, but lately I've found ways to make it useful. I can't complain about that.
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[And it's not, it's really not. She looks away and sighs. Brave? Everyone keeps telling her that but...] Just a friend. You're doing a good job.
[It feels strange still to consciously refer to people as friends. But, well, they call each other by their first names so they must be some sort of close even if they're prickly at each other]
But really, don't be sorry. I used to hate this power, but lately I've found ways to make it useful. I can't complain about that.