[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

As she poured coffee and prepared her breakfast, Jess couldn't ignore the trapped feeling coming from Roxy. Like she had no choice but to do something she didn't want to do. 

The empath remained silent, almost too sick with worry to eat the toast in front of her, but she couldn't keep the anchor waiting. She forced herself to finish her breakfast. As much as she wished she could help the person who'd been kind to her despite everything, asking about this would only make things worse. All she could do was make sure not to stress Roxy further.

Every nerve on edge from a mix of sleep deprivation, caffeine, Roxy's emotions and her own, Jess trailed like a shadow behind the anchor. That was what she felt like, and she knew all too well Roxy did too. Both of them had become shades of the people they'd been, their identities stolen by their abilities.