Adia never would have expected to relate so easily to a magic user, but his talk of academia reminds her so strongly of her own. It's not quite the scientific method, but there is an internal consistency to his research that she can follow well enough. His explanation of how psychic links are formed makes sense to her, despite it only being the stuff of fantasy on her world. So far as she knows, anyway. "Empath?" she echoes, unfamiliar with the term, before frowning thoughtfully. "Doesn't sound like a psychic link is something you'd want to happen accidentally... I can't think of anyone I'd want to be that closely connected to... not currently, anyway."
There's another bashful look in response to his praise, but this time it's accompanied by a small smile. She's learning to accept his compliments with grace, especially when he delivers them so kindly. "Thanks. It feels good to help others." She pauses a moment before adding wryly, "And it's still less scary than going to a party where I don't know anyone."
That patch of bare skin happens to be Adia's throat, previously covered by her floral scarf that is now safely tugged away. Adia giggles in surprise at the sensation of scratchy cat tongue. "Lyra!" she protests through another laugh, gently pushing her head away. She resumes her previous petting, if only to encourage the cat to settle on her lap and stop making trouble. "Oh, gosh. That sounds awkward." And kind of funny, too. It serves his dad right, to be besieged by a family that isn't afraid to show happiness. "That's nice to hear that her family is cheerful. Do you get along with them? It could be nice to have them for in-laws." Or a nightmare, if they're the type of cheerful that never leaves you alone.
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Date: 2017-04-25 02:35 am (UTC)There's another bashful look in response to his praise, but this time it's accompanied by a small smile. She's learning to accept his compliments with grace, especially when he delivers them so kindly. "Thanks. It feels good to help others." She pauses a moment before adding wryly, "And it's still less scary than going to a party where I don't know anyone."
That patch of bare skin happens to be Adia's throat, previously covered by her floral scarf that is now safely tugged away. Adia giggles in surprise at the sensation of scratchy cat tongue. "Lyra!" she protests through another laugh, gently pushing her head away. She resumes her previous petting, if only to encourage the cat to settle on her lap and stop making trouble. "Oh, gosh. That sounds awkward." And kind of funny, too. It serves his dad right, to be besieged by a family that isn't afraid to show happiness. "That's nice to hear that her family is cheerful. Do you get along with them? It could be nice to have them for in-laws." Or a nightmare, if they're the type of cheerful that never leaves you alone.