[Pratt's been very well trained, he's obedient to his own detriment. He stops talking, stops muttering under his breath and concentrates only on not completely losing himself.
When she presses her hand against his head, it actually helps. His breathing slows and it feels like the hands constricting his brain have released their grip. It's .. soothing. And for a few moments he kneels there, getting himself back under control. But as soon as he's more aware of his surroundings he jerks back, scuttling against the wall and staring at her.]
What did you do to me?
[he doesn't sound accusatory, instead he seems to be scared.]
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When she presses her hand against his head, it actually helps. His breathing slows and it feels like the hands constricting his brain have released their grip. It's .. soothing. And for a few moments he kneels there, getting himself back under control. But as soon as he's more aware of his surroundings he jerks back, scuttling against the wall and staring at her.]
What did you do to me?
[he doesn't sound accusatory, instead he seems to be scared.]