Renesmee looked up when he spoke and smiled. She leaned across slowly (well, slowly for a vampire) given him time to pull back.
She rested her hand on his face. It wasn't thoughts per say that entered his mind, no words or sentences. She had spoken and said too many words lately. It wore her out and she much preferred her communication.
And upon contact, memories as she saw them flooded his mind. Strong emotions too complex to be put into the human language. First was her arrival here and the fear and later despair as she found her family didn't know her. Then the relief and happiness as her memories shifted to the stranger, his kindness towards her.
She leaned back again and watched him with bright eyes. Renesmee waited for a response or reaction to her talent. She hoped for the best.