Peter had curled himself protectively over her when the rocks began to fall. He held his breath, trying to wrap them in a telekinetic shield, but then the rock stopped and dropped aside. When it did, Peter dropped back to his knees and hugged her tightly. I'm sorry I took you away, he said, But the rocks would hurt someone.
He relaxed a bit, gently feeling his way against the inner bariers of her mind, but daring no step she wouldn't allow him. You can still hear me, right, Annie?