[ The gesture is familiar and comforting, as is her presence in his mind, something he'd never thought he'd say before this place. But it's so different from the possessive whirlwind of the slug, steady and predictable and she's not afraid now, which helps him calm down faster.

...but then comes the anger, and he pulls back from her before she can feel just how hot that can burn. It frightens him sometimes. ]

Something else to be paranoid about, great... these fucking bugs, at least it wasn't one of the ones that turn us into monsters. Hawke said that's much harder to fix.

[ He looks like he could murder someone, but this anger? This rage, almost as intense as what the alien bug brought on? It's all him. It was in his head. ]

Did I hurt you?