[ She can feel his emotions swirling around her, an odd balance to her own. She hears that word echoing in her mind and she opens her eyes, looking up at him, curiously. Part of her thinks he's just doing this because he wouldn't have been able to sleep otherwise. But she remembers the look on his face when he'd asked her to join him. There hadn't been anger or a raw desire for power, he'd seemed vulnerable.
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He strikes her now still, as very vulnerable. ]
I feel it. Do you?