He stares at his hands like he’s written the answers on his palms. “I can give people nightmares.” He waits for her to laugh.
She doesn’t laugh. “How?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. I just have to think of what I want them to dream about and then I touch them. It’s like putting something in their pockets. But there’s blowback.” He winces. “Consequences.”
She stares at him with wide, hungry eyes. She lets out a shuddering breath. “I have,” she pauses. Her cheeks are pink. She looks more alive than Shou has ever seen her before. “So many questions.”