Oh. (Lucretia's mind goes blank for a bit with surprise, and then she simply feels embarrassed, nervousness plucking at her insides. An empath. So, reasonably, she can read Lucretia's emotions right now, and has been able to since the start of this encounter. Great. It is kind of her to have at least let Lucretia know, even if she's now feeling like she's on the back foot.
She swallows.) Gotcha. (It doesn't change anything really, but she doesn't like the idea of somebody exploring her emotions at all.) It's... uh, admirable that you use that skill for therapy. What is it like living with a community full of empaths? I'm assuming one can't opt out of having their emotions read?
(Deanna seems like she would have told her that much, if it were possible; Lucretia still thinks of her as kind.)
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Oh. (Lucretia's mind goes blank for a bit with surprise, and then she simply feels embarrassed, nervousness plucking at her insides. An empath. So, reasonably, she can read Lucretia's emotions right now, and has been able to since the start of this encounter. Great. It is kind of her to have at least let Lucretia know, even if she's now feeling like she's on the back foot.
She swallows.) Gotcha. (It doesn't change anything really, but she doesn't like the idea of somebody exploring her emotions at all.) It's... uh, admirable that you use that skill for therapy. What is it like living with a community full of empaths? I'm assuming one can't opt out of having their emotions read?
(Deanna seems like she would have told her that much, if it were possible; Lucretia still thinks of her as kind.)