She popped up and felt her cheeks become flushed as she scooted the sweater made dress down without giggling too much. She noticed Nessie's uneasiness, and felt like she wanted to know. She stared at her momentarily, but without her looking at her she couldn't see anything past her body language. She watched her, waiting for the moment to make eye contact where she could then enter her mind and do what she pleased, but Nyx was not like that. A bond with souls was not to be abused and only to be used gently because the mind is a delicate place. She looked up towards Alex, absolutely confused. [i] His sister? [/i] She could feel the jealousy smothering her.