"I need to find my match," Rory said, her voice tight with urgency and lingering unease.
As soon as the words left her lips, she lifted her hand and gently pressed her cool fingertip against the center of Paros's forehead. The contact was light, almost reverent, yet the moment their mental fields touched, a profound stillness spread through the rest pod.
Compared to before, Rory's mental power had become noticeably purer—clearer, denser, and far more controlled. It flowed into Paros like a calm tide, smoothing out the jagged turbulence within his mind.
This time, the mental comfort session stretched on for a full twenty-five minutes, far longer than usual. Yet when it finally ended, Rory didn't feel drained or dizzy. Instead, her thoughts remained sharp, her awareness crisp and alert, as though her mental consciousness had quietly strengthened again.
Paros, on the other hand, looked utterly at ease.
