Will felt a little off balance, unable to tell what parts of Molly were guarded and which weren't. He suspected she could see every fort he'd built in his own mind, all the walls and compartments, and he wondered if she could see inside them, knock down his house of cards and read every part of him, even without the soulgaze. He swallowed.

"Were you wide open to me, just now?" he asked, because he needed data in order to understand, to know what he was feeling. It was all emotions, things that didn't have an edge or a unit of measurement, and he'd felt her in him as much as himself echoed back.