[ She watches Peter struggle for a moment, then sighs quietly, shifting closer to set her hand on the back of his neck – touch light, gentle, not trying to make him look at her, but offering a piece of reassurance. She isn't angry about what happened during their training, isn't even personally bothered; she's just worried about Peter, and she wants to know what's behind the sudden appearance of these powers.
no subject
But she doesn't hold it against him. ]
I know.
[ Just— "I know." ]
We will figure this out, Peter.