~Aiden~
After we settle on the plush couch, the lingering scent of our meal still in the air, Faith glances at me with a momentary pause. "Let's pick a movie," I suggest, trying to distract her. But before I can finish my sentence, she interrupts, her voice filled with nervous anticipation. "Aiden, can we um, can we just get started now before my nerves get the best of me?"
Surprised by her request, I realize that Faith is better at concealing her nerves than I had thought. The bond between us hasn't revealed her anxiety, but I finally notice her slight tremor. It is clear that she is overwhelmed. "I don't feel good," she admits. "I feel surges of warmth, like lava is flowing in my body."
Is this a result of her touching the rock? "The power is starting to overwhelm you already, isn't
