[Jean doesn't move any closer, but she doesn't back away, either. Her brow furrows; she'd never considered using her power to make someone feel safer, not like this.
Well. She can try.]
Yes, I do.
[And her eyes go white, as flames lift her hair. She feels the rush of it, like lightning coursing through her blood; she feels the need to save and destroy, to mend and tear. But she keeps herself as calm as she can, gazing at the girl with quiet tenderness.]
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Well. She can try.]
Yes, I do.
[And her eyes go white, as flames lift her hair. She feels the rush of it, like lightning coursing through her blood; she feels the need to save and destroy, to mend and tear. But she keeps herself as calm as she can, gazing at the girl with quiet tenderness.]