I guided Elena to the safe room, a reinforced chamber designed for psychic stabilization.
The walls of this room were not just steel and concrete. They are housed in built-in energy-dampening fields, subtly restraining psychic outbursts that could otherwise spiral beyond control.
They will provide the necessary sanctuary where Elena's mind can recalibrate and find balance. She sat on the chaise, exhaustion written across every line of her body. Her aura flickered faintly, unstable, and I knelt beside her.
"Breathe," I commanded softly. My hands hovered near her temples, just staying close but not touching.
"Stay grounded, remember you are not alone," I affirmed.
She inhaled sharply, trembling as her psychic energy slowly aligned with mine. It was a delicate dance, and I could feel every tremor in her aura, every strain of fatigue, every whisper of her fears.
"You're safe now," I repeated. "No one else can touch you."
