[ in answer, sookie holds up a hand that obediently glows a pale, purple-ish sort of light, before dimming back down into nothingness. she's been practicing, working with puck. odd, how being here has given her the opportunity to explore and hone these abilities that have either been a hinderance or a last minute godsend, but nothing she could ever summon at will or use when she wasn't pissed as all sin. she's getting better -- it's not perfect, but she's getting better, and that's something. something she might not have ever had, given the state of the world back home. ]
They came back, after a while. Slowly, but... eventually. [ her lips press into a thin line as she shrugs. ] Probably the most terrifying experience of my life, and I've been drained practically bone-dry on more than one occasion, yet... Somehow, being the telepathic equivalent of deaf for a few days was scarier than a nasty pair of fangs.