As always when she's with him, she's exquisitely aware of every little touch and breath, every glance, every ripple of energy captured in his shoulders or moving in his body. That tiny caress goes a long way towards soothing her, helping her feel like she's not on the outside, helpless, looking in.

"I was -- I was holding glass phials in my hand, while he told the story. And I wasn't paying attention. I just -- I guess I must have clenched my hand so tight, it cracked one of them. That's how I cut my hand. Edgar -- I guess he must have thought -- I don't know what he thought, but he helped me to the infirmary. Helped me with the dermal regenerator, though I think he was turning three shades of green while he did so."