She nodded, still not opening her eyes. “The human body isn’t designed to handle that much emotional input. One person’s worth, two people’s worth, okay. More than that? It has to go somewhere.” She shivered, a full-body ripple. “Like putting your finger in an electric socket.”
He shivered in unison, not liking the imagery her words conjured up, and he reached out only to pull back at the very last minute. “If I touch you, will that make things worse? You just had another seizure and I’m scared I might set you off again.”
“Just … give me a minute … ” she murmured. A deep breath, and another, and the image of walls, solid and unbreakable but crystal clear, held firmly in her mind. She opened her eyes, slowly, and groped for Isaac’s hand. “Afraid. You’re afraid,” she said clearly, and, “if you want to go, I won’t stop you. I understand.”