( Her ears perk forward, then flopw down on either side of her head. She exhales, mouth opening enough for the sound of canine laughter to spill out and over. )

< You overextended. Okay, that's not such a big deal. it's like when you tear a muscle, or get a sprain. You need time for the swelling to go down and for healing to happen, that's all! The pain in your head was probably just that, a sign you were doing too much. Only you didn't know that, so you pushed harder, and you're dealing with the fall out. >

( By and large she sounds like she's laying it out for herself. She is; it makes it less something to be frightened of, more something to find amusing, in a certain sense. She lifts her head and swipes her tongue at his elbow, or wahtever part of his nearest arm's available. )

< Trust the ony guy with a girlfriend who can be a literal guide-dog around here to go blind learning a new trick with his weapon! You're one lucky guy, C! >

( Now she does laugh over Thought Speak, a liht, amused sensation, tied up in the worry and the sense of pervasive relief that follows not wondering is this forever and what kinds of concessions she will be needing to make. )