Jewel & Cris: Yorath Common Room
The problem with the way her sight worked now, while useful at times, was that she relied largely on heat signatures and a kind of reverse light to tell her what was around. If it wasn't alive, the colors didn't really help her distinguish when she would run into something or when she wouldn't. Vague shapes weren't easily distinguishable on the best days, but now it was next to impossible with her fear taking over everything else. Jewel tried to be quiet, but she mistook the bottom of the desk for the opening to crawl out and knocked her head against it with a louder bang than she'd like.
Not to mention it hurt like hell.
Straightening up, she saw Cris moving but wasn't sure what he was doing. It's not like his body was sectioned off into pieces that she could easily figure out were moving. When he started to speak, however, she swallowed. Jewel wanted to be brave. She wanted to look more competant than she felt. She wanted to make him think even blind girls could save themselves. All of these desires were strong, but they weren't as strong as her desire not to be alone. She couldn't get over her fear that something would go wrong along the way, and hearing that Cris had to get to his sisters made her heart clench.
"If you take me back, you'll lose time to get to them," she said after a moment, looking in the direction his voice came from and hoping she was locking eyes with him. "I know I seem like a silly blind girl, but I can help. My sight...it works in a weird way. I can help you get to them, and hopefully we can all get out alive."