"Yes," Emmeline admitted, identifying the sensation inside her as fear. Her voice grew softer, and a frown appeared on her face. Realizing that she was afraid made her want to cry, but there were no tears coming. "Yes. It terrifies me. It's - it's like not being able to move my fingers again, knowing there's a part of me that's not working."
She looked helplessly at him. Fear she could feel now, but that wasn't enough, not nearly enough. It was like the first twitch of her eyelid, before she'd managed to open her eyes. "And I did it to myself, this time. How do I fix the damage I've done?"