Rhys
"I hope this will be a sufficient apology. It won't hurt, I promise."
Before Rhys could say anything Kitty grabbed his hand and he felt a strange warmth move through his veins muscles. It centered around the torn flesh in his side, and he felt his muscle and skin mending themselves. Needless to say it was a slightly uncomfortable feeling. He turned his eyes to Kitty, but noticed that they seemed faraway and blank. He knew the look, of being lost in a wave of information one can't control. He wondered what she was seeing, and he hoped it wasn't anything to extremely detailed. Mostly, he hoped that she didn't see anything about his exile. When she returned to back to the present she apologized and he shrugged.
"I won't take you attacking us personally anymore, after all, it worked out well last time, huh?" she said with a nervous laugh and he smiled. Obviously she saw the first time Kane and himself met.
He could see her unease, and recognized the feeling of having no control. He remembered when he thought he was crazy, hearing voices all the time. Being unable to shut them up or trace their source. It inspired a feeling of helplessness, and no one particularly enjoyed that feeling. He wanted to help her... but he wasn't really sure how to ask. Although, he wanted to check exactly what happened to his wound. As soon as he undressed it, there was only a thin scar in the wounds place.
"Holy shit snacks," he muttered under his breath, "That's fucking impressive."