Because of their physical contact, Thomas was unable to completely shut out Katherine's emotions. Similarly, he couldn't entirely hold his feelings away from her. He could feel her distaste and worry at being led around like she was helpless. Sympathetic to the feeling, he frowned. Unfortunately, he could see no way around it until she got used to her surroundings. On the way to the dining room he talked, trying to distract them both from their nerves.

[color=silver]"I'm sorry about... well, I know how odd this must feel. It's about as close as you can get to reading someone's mind without seeing what they are thinking. For the most part, I should be able to... well, keep the two of us seperate, in that sense. I understand if you'd like to ask our caretaker for someone else to guide you."[/color] Despite his words, Thomas rather hoped she wouldn't. It was exciting to share a portion of what he constantly felt with someone else. He usually didn't touch anyone besides the woman who took care of them all, precisely because the contact was so pervasive and intimate. As he walked with Katherine, the smell of breakfast cooking got stronger ahead of them.