~Amelia~
Eli came to the house that afternoon.
He set up in the kitchen with his case of supplies open on the table, and I sat across from him while he checked me over the way he'd been doing every few days, taking my pulse, testing my reflexes, pressing two fingers against my wrist in that specific way that meant he was reading something I couldn't feel. He worked quietly.
"Your energy is louder today," he pointed out, which was his way of saying something was off without saying something was wrong.
"Rough morning."
"I heard." He looked up at me briefly. "The Aiden situation."
"Among other things." I looked at my hands. The tingling had been there since I woke up, that low buzz in my palms that came and went. "My hands have been doing the thing again. Since this morning."
He nodded like he already knew. He took my hands and turned them over, palms up, and held them with two fingers against each wrist. His eyes went slightly unfocused, that reading thing he did.
