Oh, well, at least she ran into the Provost—Cosima is vastly less intimidating than Yseult. Ness blinks a little, trying to clear the spots from her eyes, before she answers.
"No, we don't need to stop, I'm alright. I just, um."
She hesitates, and resists the urge to wring her hands. Cosima is a Rifter too, and she's always been kind to Ness. She understands what lyrium does to Rifters, and won't be alarmed if Ness is mutating in reaction to it. There's no cause for fear—and just like her magic, better to have a division head know about it, so she can help if the worst should happen.
Ness takes a breath and opens her eyes to meet Cosima's: watering from how hard she'd dug her knuckle into the socket, a little red, but still a normal human blue.
"Is the lyrium affecting me?" she asks quietly. "It started with my eyes, in Sarrux. I can't tell if I'm really feeling it again or if I'm being paranoid."
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"No, we don't need to stop, I'm alright. I just, um."
She hesitates, and resists the urge to wring her hands. Cosima is a Rifter too, and she's always been kind to Ness. She understands what lyrium does to Rifters, and won't be alarmed if Ness is mutating in reaction to it. There's no cause for fear—and just like her magic, better to have a division head know about it, so she can help if the worst should happen.
Ness takes a breath and opens her eyes to meet Cosima's: watering from how hard she'd dug her knuckle into the socket, a little red, but still a normal human blue.
"Is the lyrium affecting me?" she asks quietly. "It started with my eyes, in Sarrux. I can't tell if I'm really feeling it again or if I'm being paranoid."