In The Dead of Night

And then she was with him like a warm embrace. Her hands softly caressed his jaw while her consciousness fit against his like a perfectly matched puzzle piece. Deep into his mind she infiltrated, a gentle presence to quell the racing thoughts she saw sparking brightly. Into his mindseye she projected images and explanations, footsteps in the moss and rolling vistas. More would be explained in detail, but for now she hoped that what little she could impart unto her bright one would be enough to sustain his light and his trust if only for a little longer.