[Faint praise is still praise, and she soaks it up greedily. He's probably right, in that it's easier to trust precisely because they're not glowing. But she nods in agreement.]
Alright. [She takes a breath, refocusing herself, drawing the power back until the glow recedes from her skin, until the beat of her heart isn't a visible, shining thing. Her eyes still glimmer, but you can see her pupils. She struggles with it, but she manages it, her breath normalizing again, though the tension is obvious in how she holds herself once you've seen her without it.]
I think it helps.
[The direction, if nothing else. Something other than putting her power in guns and swords, the only way they seemed to think she was safe.]
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Alright. [She takes a breath, refocusing herself, drawing the power back until the glow recedes from her skin, until the beat of her heart isn't a visible, shining thing. Her eyes still glimmer, but you can see her pupils. She struggles with it, but she manages it, her breath normalizing again, though the tension is obvious in how she holds herself once you've seen her without it.]
I think it helps.
[The direction, if nothing else. Something other than putting her power in guns and swords, the only way they seemed to think she was safe.]