Listening quietly, her tranquil countenance turned to his stern gaze, the contact with Catulus his hand holding her smaller one in his, brings images to her mind.  The petal soft of her skin contrasting well with the rock of his.  His feelings and desires flowing through the contact, willingly does she receive them as they combine to form a visual image within her of the activities of her comrades, his view of them an interesting perspective.<br/><br/>"I do hope you are right.  You do seem clear in your vision.  In the interim, as we wait till the others have resolved their personal demons, is there not something I can do for you?  This may take some time."