[ It’s perfectly, carefully set up: Ness looking right at him, making sure he’s meeting her gaze in turn, and so he notices how her mouth doesn’t move.
He doesn’t fall out of his chair, but there is a visible jolt: a twitch of surprise, a tilt of his head as if he’s listening for some far-off noise, a murmuring of voices in the room next door. That odd underwater distortion. Her voice in his head.
(He thinks, once again, of Wanda’s fingers rifling through his mind.)
But it’s not fear which ripples through the rest of his reaction, but instead his own bemused slow-clap applause in turn: ]
Ennaris Tavane, you’ve been holding out on me. You’re telepathic?
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He doesn’t fall out of his chair, but there is a visible jolt: a twitch of surprise, a tilt of his head as if he’s listening for some far-off noise, a murmuring of voices in the room next door. That odd underwater distortion. Her voice in his head.
(He thinks, once again, of Wanda’s fingers rifling through his mind.)
But it’s not fear which ripples through the rest of his reaction, but instead his own bemused slow-clap applause in turn: ]
Ennaris Tavane, you’ve been holding out on me. You’re telepathic?