She grabbed his arm so he’d stop looking and shook her head, trying to say nothing was out there, as he looked nervous. She then pointed at her throat, not knowing what else to do, and shrugged. Ashira furrowed her brow, struggling to remember any English words. “Mmm... E-Eng-lish?” she tried. “Non. Non Eng-lish.” Then Ashira realized. It’s because I stopped reading his mind! She struggled to break down the walls she had worked so hard to put up, until she could understand his thoughts again. She gasped as if coming up for a breath of air after being trapped underwater. “That- That was strange.”
Kipp stumbled back half a step, running into a bale of hay. He wasn't sure how to react to her shouting at him and grabbing his arm. His cheeks reddened as he stared into her brown eyes. Your throat? You're dying? You're choking? You're having an allergic reaction and can't breathe?... Yes, English. No? No not English. I don't know what you're trying to say. But you're really, really close to me. And honestly, if you're not dying...
"Yeah." He said still staring at her like she had gone insane. "You alright?"