Katherine nodded at his words, layinng back against the mound of pillows on her bed, trying to do what little she could to relax before she began. There was still a great sense of hesitation, but slowly, she started to turn that mental dial to start letting the emotions spill through.
The first wave was almost small enough to miss, barely even enough to be considered a trickle, and she realized she was probably holding back too much still. She took a slow breath to steady herself and let a little more pour through. At first, it was warm and slow, but it quickly started to speed up and that slow warmth rapidly grew white hot. A gasp escaped her and a soft, verbal sort of wince. "Oh, God," she breathed, squeezing her eyes shut. Her body was on fire. And somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that was only the beginning.