“Of course.” Without so much as closing her eyes, she said, “If you go check right now, Merlin and Mordred are home and they will be incredibly annoyed if you bother them, Elena and Gwaine are not though they’re pretty content right now, Arthur is frustrated with a video game, and you just thought of someone you really miss.”
Sherlock listened as she spoke not really believing a single word of it. It was all easily made up. Anyone could make — her last words stopped his thoughts short. He stared at her for far too long completely silent. “How — how did you know that?” he asked, finally.
“I’m an empath. I can feel what other people feel. You used the word yourself, but you meant the other meaning. Everything else was correct, though, a blessing and a curse.” She shook her head a little. “Ow. I should’ve resisted the urge to show off. Merlin and Mordred are really /loud/.”