She could hear the water as Kyrtaar poured it and thought that perhaps he was taking a drink until he stepped forward. The sensation of the damp cloth was blessedly cool against the blazing pain that seemed to still radiate, a ghost of the agony before. Then, fingers brushed her skin and she was suddenly disoriented when she found herself no longer blind and seeing herself from his eyes. It was the first time in Aevah's life, since she'd made the mistake of walking into the Norn's lair, that skin contact did not bring something deeply discomforting to suffocate her mind. Instead, she was given a pleasant peak into [i]his[/i] mind... a quick glimpse of what she could tell was a rare serene moment. She could feel his affection and that was something altogether new for her as well, it was odd seeing herself through someone else's eyes and feeling someone else's emotions. Still, it made her smile despite the ache in her eyes and just like that she was back in her own head and blind once more.

"Thank you..." she murmured, somewhat absorbed in readjusting to feeling her [i]own[/i] emotions. She felt flustered, bashful? It didn't happen to her often but she wasn't used to having anyone care about her. Friends were rare in the world of thieves and street rats, you were only ever friends with someone you could use. It had been a lonely life, but living that way had kept her from having many occasions where she risked skin to skin contact, and it had helped her avoid her powers.

Speaking of powers... It was odd, the magic Kyrtaar had possessed had seemed so full of malice and so had the images she'd seen the first time she'd touched him but now she saw what it had been like when it was new. She wondered what had caused it to go so dark... so hungry? Perhaps his own lust for power had changed it. Maybe having a friend around would be good for both of them, it might even pull some more of that positive light out of him in the long run.

As he put the other strip around her eyes and the necklace back around her neck Aevah sucked a breath in through her teeth, she barely heard Kyrtaar excuse himself to speak to the Norn. If she had, maybe she would have stopped him. As it was, she was trapped in her own head which was now throbbing as though being beaten by a smith's anvil. Images burst behind her eyes, pulsed to life and she realized she was seeing... It wasn't quite the same as seeing with her eyes, everything was playing like seeing a dream.

She could see Mhundir fall, struck by magic that would heal him. She saw a woman enter to defend him against unknown attacker's whose auras were... dull... almost fogged like they were hidden from her. She saw Kyrtaar talking to the Norn, saw what he would ask but whisked away on the images too soon to see what the price would be. She could see Kylmie and Shorus and Tarwin. She could see the mad prince and his rage.... She winced, unable to shut them out by closing her eyes. She was already smothered in the darkness of being blind, nothing could stop the images racing through her head until Kyrtaar's voice broke through the visions and she shuddered as if coming awake. "Yes... I'm ready."

She could see the horses but she wasn't sure if maybe there were rocks or the like. "Maybe I should get a walking stick... Can you help me to the horses? I promise not to be quite so invalid once I'm on... I can still see your aura in my head like a lamp, I can follow you."

She gave a sheepish smile, "This will take some getting used to..."

For now she would keep the knowledge of his request a secret, after all... it hadn't been her request to see. She hadn't really meant to spy and she wondered a moment what had caused it. An after effect of touching Kyrtaar? No, it hadn't happened until he'd put the necklace back on her.