Lenore was only in her second year. She probably was being dramatic. Alec joined her on the mat, because all this work was making him tired anyway. "I don't know if you're fucked up," he admitted. "My trigger's pain and my power doesn't work unless I get hit. Sorta hard for it to fuck up like that." It didn't mean his hadn't, but most of those screwups were either his power not kicking in at all, or him struggling to control other people's powers. "You consider other factors? Narcotics, period, pregnancy, maybe you ate something? Or you're getting the flu. Maybe there's mercury in the water? Maybe you felt worse about hitting me in the face than you sounded," he suggested. It looked like it was going to bruise. His jaw was already darkening slightly. Hopefully his healing factor felt like acknowledging it this time.
"Don't take it personal. You're leaning too hard on your trigger. Shit happens. You just need to work out your grief or whatever by finding a few more people to hit. It'll sort itself out."