It feels … strange. She senses him relaxing, and then somehow that relaxation extends to her. As if she doesn’t have to care about what she’s doing; that sort of not-quite-mindless feeling that comes from doing something so familiar five minutes later you can’t even remember if you did it or just remember doing it from the day before.
It’s nice.
Stiles technically has the hands of his mind clasped around her own and he has control of her now, noticing just how much easier it was when someone wasn’t fighting it. He controls her in a simple way, just making her stand, walk around the room, careful to have her not trip over various objects on her floor. Honestly, he doesn’t know what she’ll gain from this, but there’s something about her that apparently drew her to his power. It was interesting.
When he lets her go, she’s standing on the other side of the room, and it’s like waking up. Just like he said, she doesn’t remember a thing, from the moment his relaxation extended to her. She looks down at her hands, turning them over, as if there would be some change, and laughs a little. “Wow. What did you make me do?”
