"It... it's impossible to describe. It was more than words, it was more than psionics... she has a<em>gift.</em>" She giggles, a sound he's fairly certain he's never heard from the severe drowess, and she leans her head against his, likewise. "It only took a couple of hours, and we talked... we talked about my mother, my childhood, my family, my friends, my adventuring career, my kidnapping and being sold into slavery, and eventually meeting you. And, with everything we talked about, I could feel... I don't even know how to describe it. It felt like my concerns, my worries, my pain and heartache and agony, everything, just seemed to grow less and less burdensome. I can feel them, I still feel the pain of my mother's betrayal, the humiliation of being sold into slavery... but those don't... don't seem to be<em>inhibiting</em>my decisions, my feelings, any longer."