Is she okay? She smiles, faintly, because neither of them are okay. She kisses his palm, breath heavy and warm against his palm, as if to make up for the coolness of her touch.

"I just remembered we relied on Signless a lot. To shoosh us. Pap us. You and I are okay at it but we were better at getting ourselves into trouble, remember?" She skirts the question, babbling against his hand and hoping it's not too muffled to hear, "We never had to worry because Signless was there and he'd sit us both down when we were furious or upset or just being idiots and talk us down."

She moves her hand to his chest, to feel his heartbeat beneath there.

"It's been so long, I'm no good at talking you down anymore. I'm sorry Psii, I'll remember. It'll get better. I won't panic like that again."