Corrine felt the touch of Elohim’s arm, its hold cooling but strangely comforting given the tempest that still fettered within her.  For a moment… the very briefest of moments… Corrine allowed her mind to reach out, her psionic skill touching upon the cooling resonance of the mechanical doll at her side and finding that particular cooling emptiness, like looking into the heart of a star.<br/><br/>Corrine couldn’t resist a slight smile at Elohim’s enquiry… Perhaps she was… malfunctioning.  There was so little of her memory that she could recall from the time before the dark touch of the ancient Mayan spirit had entwined with her own soul as it was torn through the stream of the planet.  She glanced down at the crackling arc of energy that snaked around her arm… “So little memory” she whispered… her words inaudible except perhaps to those whose ears were especially acute.  She could explain it… she could tell her that it was like a virus that had integrated itself so closely in her 'system' that she couldn't extract one from the other, that she actually needed this creature inside her and yet the pain it caused her was… she smiled… “I am… I will be fine… thank you…”.<br/><br/>She straightened herself up, even at full height Elohim still dominated her, and she gave her a smile… not knowing whether it would register with her, but it didn’t matter… her fingers still lingered against her taking comfort from the coolness and using it to bind the Mayan with her psionic embrace…<br/>