For whatever reason, that struck Amber like a glass of icy water hitting her in the face. She stared at Cleo, somewhat wide-eyed, blinking rapidly to see through the tears that had welled there.
As if emphasizing that point, Cleo put her palm flat against Amber’s stomach as the latter breathed in deeply, and exhaled slowly and completely. She listened to the advice and followed it. With every exhale, little sparks of electricity began crackling out of her fingers, spilling out of her body as more lights began to flicker back on as their currents were returned.
The process continued until all of that humming electricity flowed out of Amber’s body and back into their proper containers—even Cleo’s TV.
“T—thanks,” Amber stammered after a moment. “Seriously, thank you.”