Jean could feel Emma's pain, Scott's doubt and Troy's hope.
Each were as strong as if spoken, and touched her in different ways. Scott just got a look, one of strange compassion. The soldier never got to breathe. Troy she smiled at, nodding slightly before walking over to Emma again, arms around her before speaking to all three.
It's me. And I promise, I won't... brain speak all the time. Just getting used to it.
She turned her full attention to Emma, speaking only to her. You hurt. I can help, just give you rest. Do you want that?