Curtis frowns as he catches a wisp of her thoughts, but lets it pass, and shakes his head.

"Doesn't hurt," he says. "It's just kinda tough to move. I think it'll be okay."

He tries for another sip of coffee. The extra warmth's doing good things for him -- the bits of his mind that brush against Dejah's seem more present, less like they're clinging for dear life.