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One of the things about being a telepath is that you know how your own head feels. You live in it after all. So imagine the frustration of trying to tell yourself it wasn't always like this, wasn't a lake of pain and destruction, wasn't so dark.

Once it was all stars...

That's probably why she's crying silently warm tears as she opens her eyes to the real world once more, the bandages on the knees tucked to her chin damp and accusing. She's begun...to pick up the pieces, fish them from the depths of shadowed blood and leave them on the ravaged shore to dry and puzzle out...

She's begun...but it wasn't always this hard.

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<< In my reality, >> Jean explains, fondness and a much more gentle longing to her tone now. << There are only a handful of adult mutants. Most are teenagers, and many are at the Xavier School. I want to figure out whatever it is I have that's keeping me here, I want to get back and see what kind of adults they grow up to be. >>

Hesitantly and carefully, Rachel lifts her bandaged hand to stroke Jeans hair. It costs, the effort to do so shows, and she dare not move her fingers, but she wants to touch. To sooth. She can't not.

::Don't worry too much Jean. Rest. Heal. You always go back. Always return. You'll see it all:: there's promise in her mental tone now, and an echoe, a brief lick of flame that spreads wings outward.

Gently, Jean takes the injured hand in her own whole one, holding it lightly to avoid further paining it, and giving Rachael a dry smile.

<< You're the one who looks like they could use the rest the most, Rachel, >> she chides, but gently, like her touch. << But I promise I'll get some if you do. Which... I suppose I should let you do, >> she concludes, the smile transmuting to a brief grin.

<< If you're going to be in here a while, I'd be glad to visit. I didn't realize how much I missed simple mindspeech with another telepath from our sort of reality. >>

::I have nowhere to go and no where to be but here. I finally found a home Jean, and everyone tells me to rest. You on the other hand never return in peaceful moments, no, there's always something to be done...so you need it more than I:: there's a true smile, a small one to be sure, but true.

::I'm easy to find:: she agreed, pretty sure it wasn't the best idea, in fact, she shouldn't drag Jean into her life at all..but it was hard to say no.

<< It's a Grey thing, >> Jean opines, giving a crooked shrug as she gets to her feet, just as slowly and cautiously as she settled earlier.

<< But I'll be by. I'll bring a chess board, if I can find one. >> she promises, before bending down lightly to pat the top of Rachel's head in lieu of interfering with the bandages on her hands, and step-shuffles her way back towards the bar.

Hopefully, the Angry Doom Music of the past couple days has remained at an end.

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