Sekhmet hugs Geneva tighter, almost hoping that the touch will bring her back to reality. But that's not all she does. She reaches out with her mind. Communication is much, much easier for her than moving objects. Shhhh. It's okay. I'm here. You're here. Breathe. Sekhmet sends a web of calming thoughts. A cool breeze. The scent of rain. The pleasant sensation a Hound feels when you scratch its back. The feeling of wind in her wings and hair. The steady sound of hammer against anvil. The image of sunset over the GLoG lake. Breathe. Breathe. It's okay. You're safe now.