[She's fine, he would say if it wasn't taking most of his willpower to keep conscious. His powers are working and he won't stop until it's as good as he can make it. His hand reaches out, hand latching on just above the one she has holding the bars. It's okay.]
[...As okay as it could be. She's going to remember having this compulsion, being out of control, and she's still going to have the thoughts. But as he gives one final mental push, Euphie will feel any urge to act on her thoughts fading away.]
[Cross draws a deep breath and shuts his eyes, fighting the sickening weakness that threatens him, scowling at the limits placed on him. Stupid robot dictator.]