The man's jealousy, paranoia and panic surged empathically through Ami. She took a moment and drew up her mental and psychic shields the better to deal with the torrent coming from both of the newcomers.
Even shielded the man's doubt and distrust buffeted her. Ami resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She pushed the single errant lock of shock white hair out of her eyes and nudged an empathic push of comfort and understanding toward him as she continued, "Honestly, we're trying to help. Think about it. Why would we rescue you if we wanted to harm you? Wouldn't it have been easier to just let you burn to death or suffocate inside your craft?
"Please, sit down and let us help you and your . .. friend?"
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Date: 2007-03-23 05:17 pm (UTC)"Wait, stop!" Ami took the man's arms gently in her hands and steadied him. She wasn't strong enough to force him to sit down, but she hoped that he was smart enough to realize he wasn't one hundred percent. "He's my fiancé." She said that first, hoping to ward off the protective jealousy and convince the man to relax a bit. When she saw that she had his attention, she continued in her very distinctive British accent, "He's a healer. He only wants to help. He won't hurt her. We're friends."
Even shielded the man's doubt and distrust buffeted her. Ami resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She pushed the single errant lock of shock white hair out of her eyes and nudged an empathic push of comfort and understanding toward him as she continued, "Honestly, we're trying to help. Think about it. Why would we rescue you if we wanted to harm you? Wouldn't it have been easier to just let you burn to death or suffocate inside your craft?
"Please, sit down and let us help you and your . .. friend?"