Now she did poke, just a touch. Phaedra knew he was sleeping, and she wondered what a sleeping mind felt like when she tried to read it.
It felt... sleepy. She didn't prod deeply, and it was just a moment of contact, like reaching out a finger to poke him in the arm and then withdrawing the touch. It felt as though his thoughts were all buried underwater or many, many layers of consciousness that she couldn't fully touch. There was nothing there that Phaedra didn't already know.
Interesting.
All just animals.
Phaedra considered that. She wasn't sure that was entirely correct.
"I can see why you would say such a thing," she said. She sighed. "Where did you come here from?"
Phaedra meant it in the way of asking where his room was, but would take a more over-arching answer, too.