She cringed guiltily as he put his life in her hands with his words. What if her plan failed? what if it didn't work? She would not be able to live with herself if he were harmed.<br/><br/>She looked up to meet his eyes, trying to think of a way to tell him her plan. She would need to know if it was even possible, however, and concentrated on for a moment, gathering her will about her like a cloak. Her eyes had always been the focal point for her strength, and she used them now. Locking her eyes on his, she pressed her mind toward him with a gentle, soothing wave of her influence. She pressed just close enough to be able to feel the spark of power within him... the spark that most would call his soul. Gently, lovingly, and with infinite care, she pulled at this spark, wrapping her power around it.<br/><br/>She needed to know if she could pull it out of him. It was incredibly difficult. She had to really strain. It was a massive effort. She kept her eyes locked on his as she did this, watching as his eyes glazed over. Her work would of course begin to shut his body down. He swayed where he stood. She finally felt a slight give to the spark within him and it began to move.<br/><br/>When his eyes began to roll back in their sockets, she released him with a gasp of pent up breath. For a moment, she stood, regaining her composure. When she blinked and focused her vision, her expression was the same as it was before. He was still stunned, staring blankly at her, but he was recovering quickly. She was careful to answer his question as if no time had passed so that he would not notice the lapse in time.<br/><br/>"It will be best if the hospital staff believe we died. Both of us were hurt bad enough we should have, so there will be no suspicion..." she couldn't bring herself to say the rest.