[She's alright with it; rare is okay, rare keeps it precious. But it is so very good to hear, like a dislocated joint snapping back into alignment, like a little chip of porcelain finally set back into its hollow place deep inside her, something that was missing so long she'd almost forgotten it hurt. She breathes deep and lets it - settle, a little, lets herself accept how much she wanted it, whether she needed it or not. She looks lighter, brighter.]
Tell me what you've been practicing.
[Because she knows he has been, since the last crash. It's something they've talked around, since the first messy conversation about Magneto and Shaw. But he's been so good to her, not just in this moment but for a long time. Whatever part of her kept coiled and slightly askew on the subject of his expanding abilities, she lets it go.]
[Private]
Tell me what you've been practicing.
[Because she knows he has been, since the last crash. It's something they've talked around, since the first messy conversation about Magneto and Shaw. But he's been so good to her, not just in this moment but for a long time. Whatever part of her kept coiled and slightly askew on the subject of his expanding abilities, she lets it go.]