[She's still as he grasps her - silent as he asks the question, hoping that somehow it'll just, well, click, but suddenly there's a rush of force, and now she's mirroring his cry as he stumbles back.]

Jon!

[Blinking, she wipes at her face, extends a steady, slightly tear-damp hand for him to take should he wish to. He had made himself hurt she she doesn't want to force anything. It must be frustrating to no end to have all this just outside his grasp. She can't know what caused the pain but she has a guess.]

It's not like warging. And ...kind of, yes. It's more ...it's a loose sort of concentration. More of a thought? I...

But you don't need it right away. There are better helpers than me, I am sure. I don't want you to hurt anymore. Not ...now.

Not ever, really.