[Jean rolls her eyes as she steps backwards, but her smile only widens. The concern feels nice - and she remembers how much she cherished it it, too, as that lost little girl.
I'm not, I promise. I -
[And that's when her eyes go wide, and the sherbet wavers dangerously.
She doesn't pry into peoples' minds without permission, not unless she has damn good reason, but she's aware of them all the same - and something is very, very wrong.]
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I'm not, I promise. I -
[And that's when her eyes go wide, and the sherbet wavers dangerously.
She doesn't pry into peoples' minds without permission, not unless she has damn good reason, but she's aware of them all the same - and something is very, very wrong.]