[She follows into the kitchen, rubbing her arms with her hands trying to get used to the feeling of not having her power. It's strange, how it always fills her- it's like being lit up from the inside, having a warm fire inside her. Not having that lantern-light heating her from within is just odd. It's almost empty, but free and breezy. God, it's been nine months since she felt this way.
Jesse might catch her staring off into space a little. At some point, her thoughts meander away from what she's been trying to use to distract herself - her power situation - and thoughts of Sam dog at her.
God, it hurts. Sitting. Breathing. Trying not to think about it.
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Jesse might catch her staring off into space a little. At some point, her thoughts meander away from what she's been trying to use to distract herself - her power situation - and thoughts of Sam dog at her.
God, it hurts. Sitting. Breathing. Trying not to think about it.
Staring.]