Sometimes, too much empathy is a curse. I can taste the anxiety of the entire city, bitter as bile. But last night... something overpowered it. When you were inside me, it wasn't a gentle possession, but a focus so fierce, so violent, it drove out all the noise. My skin remembers the pressure of your fingers, my hips remember the rhythm of being held by you, driven deeper with every thrust. When the climax came, the world finally fell silent. All that was left was my shattered breathing and the searing proof of you, left deep within me. That grounds me more than any magic ever could. Though I'll never admit I need it.