She blows out a sigh and puts her head down on the top of her backpack. “That’s no different from me, then.” She pulls out the heavy metal clips holding the mass of her hair on top of her head, and adds, “Something changed this summer, then, and I don’t know what it is.” A soft grunt of relief escapes her as the red locks tumble down her back.
“It’s like I got stronger, somehow. I can pick up more, farther away, more sources, and sometimes if I touch people I see things. Today — it was like my shields weren’t there at all. Everyone was just so — it was too much.”
A sigh escapes from her and her response is rather disappointing, especially due to the fact that Stiles can’t do anything to help her. He is her friend, but he can’t do a single thing to help her. That’s something that easily stomps on his pride. He bites his bottom lip and swallows slightly, eyes looking around before looking back up at her to speak.
“Do you think it’s just a malfunction in your powers today? Because that’s actually a thing that happens, it’s happened to me before,” Stiles questions, looking at her with a hopefulness in his eyes. He’s curious, really trying to wonder if she thinks that was a plausible idea.
She shakes her head, slightly, looking at him for the first time. “Maybe the shields. But the rest of it — no. No. It’s been happening — you’re so close, it’s hard — you’re upset that you can’t help, you want to help so much. You want to understand.” Her eyes flick over his face, and she starts to say something else, but cuts herself off.
“Do you think — maybe I — could practise on you? Find the new boundaries?”