That wasn't really comforting, but it made her feel better to know she hadn't made it worse trying to help. Enduring anything was better than sitting there watching him scream and hurt himself because of the things he'd been through and the thoughts invading his head.
"I'll ask him," she said. "When he's more...himself. He's still really careful with me, even when he's...out there. Yeah..." One of the nice things about being surrounded by mind readers, if she couldn't find the right words, they usually understood what she meant because of what she was thinking.