It feels like being surrounded by the cocoon of sound in the Tail. Even at its most quiet, there was the all-encompassing presence of other people, breath and movement and heat mingling in the same space. Everywhere he turns, Dejah's there to catch him; her thoughts pulse alongside his, gentle and warm.

Curtis relaxes into the link. When he catches the tiny burst of thought about her father, he can't help but huff out a faintly amused breath.

Hey. It's okay.