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Rayne gave a sigh of relief as Cynoc's eyes opened up. She really hadn't thought the other girl would do anything to harm him, but the notion had been strong in the back of her mind. Even through the barrier she'd put up to block the borrowed power, she could still sense the vague shiftings of Cynoc and the other girl's emotions. It kind of reminded her of the way movement and changes in light could still be percieved even if you kept your eyes closed.

Cynoc looked up at her, and even without the vague help of 'her' power, she could tell he was embarrassed. She moved her hands, lowering them to her sides. She could see the intuition flicker in his eyes, and she smiled. "That's quite a power." She commented vaguely, her eyes lifting to the other girl. "I'm Rayne, by the way. I don't know what you did, but I'm glad you did it."

Lifting Cynoc's head, she moved it off of her lap. He seemed uncomfortable with her touching him. She could understand why. She herself felt weird being in contact with another person when she usually tried so hard to keep her distance. And she understood why he might not want her touching him. It was well known that Rayne's power was the power to mimic others. Her nicknames on campus included "Copy cat" and "Mimic". She was unable to do anything herself. It often depressed Rayne, and she felt like she would always only be known for following or copying others. She could only do things that others had done first. It was no way to live.

She was not allowed to rest in her reverie for long. The pushing, jostling emotions of others would not be ignored. She could feel a headache coming on, and she lifted her hands to her temples, rubbing them gently. "How do you deal with this?" Sympathy colored her tone.