From the moment Vreth had materialized in the heart of the TARDIS the god's presence had been known. By few, perhaps, but recognized all the same. Kayashima's gifts extended only a limited distance when it concerned an ordinary human. Yet divine beings were as a lake to the common man's droplet. Though he had not encountered a true god in such concentrated form before the immensity of such a presence was unmistakeable. Words were not required to communicate that a being of great power was here. Indeed, Vreth's anguish was being broadcast on every channel above the threshold of a human ear. The multi-gifted psychic could not have ignored it if he tried.
Like a fish on a line Kayashima's cells were reeled toward pain that was becoming an audible pulse. His body blurred and vanished from one corridor to appear in another, and another, spirit-walking ever closer to its destination. This particular gift was not often used so generously as it was exhausting to repeatedly move physical location. But time was of the essence with none to spare for the ship's maze-like geography. Vreth's sadness was equal to his energy: enormous and brilliant. More palpable than the stain of disappointment on a teenager's aura and thus quite urgent. It was minutes before the Console Room opened before Kayashima.
It was not the first time that he had been inside this room. More than once the boy had sat beside the console and silently spoken to the ship for hours. Occasionally he shared the time with River, the two of them murmuring telepathically with their hands linked atop the humming controls. The TARDIS was an irregular and temperamental companion but always present in a constant blue glow. This time, however, the room was altered. Light blinded Kayashima with such vibrancy that his hand rose to obstruct its path. It did not sting as sunlight was wont to. Soulful eyes observed in wonder the halo of white radiance lining space between his fingers. It was the brightest incarnation he had encountered in his memory. Squinting enabled him to peer deeper into the light and find its source. A man and tree and both and neither all at once. Rich floral perfume permeated the air. Though Vreth's thoughts were hidden emotion rolled over Kayashima like surf on sand.
Closing his eyes to the intense aura the psychic whittled sensory input to sound and sensation only. With his spirit-sight and energy sensitivity he did not need ocular organs. Physically blind as a newborn kitten seeking its parent he made his way deeper into the room. The previously shielding hand extended to the length of its tether as he allowed his god-given abilities to lead. Even with the light blocked by his bright-limned eyelids he could hear Vreth's sorrow. He did not stop until the edge of the console pressed into his chest. Without attention to what buttons and levers he jogged while doing so the teen hoisted himself into the inclined surface and crawled forward. He stilled when his palm pressed to hot bare skin. Knobs of spine jutted against his fingers. It felt as if the radiance was barely contained by such a thin membrane of flesh. It was strange for him to touch someone, particularly a stranger, but this being was so--- different. A spring of life too pure to be shy of. The spiritual assault overcame him and Kayashima just wanted to make the god stop crying with any means possible. He pressed one soft cheek to Vreth's back and wrapped arms around the other in turn, letting his own spirit run into the other two like rainwater. 'Don't be afraid.', his soul whispered without words. 'You are safe.'