It's not exactly like that. [ He starts explaining. When she opens out her hands he presses his own underneath, eyes focused on her palms. He ensures that there aren't any gaps, then softly says: ] Brem.

[ Her hands slowly fill with water as his eyes flash gold. Gently, he pulls his hands back to let her drink. If she needs more, he can always do it again. ]

A lot of people here can't do what I can, and I won't let someone else suffer because of something out of their control.

[ Awkward. ] Sorry for worrying you.