"Imagine... it's like someone has thick perfume on," He said, "You can smell it easily, and because they went overboard, if you try hard enough you can tell what scent it is specifically. With enough practice you can pick out the individual scents that make up the whole pungent thing."
Lucian locked his fingers together, clasping Zira's hand between his in the process. If he did it intentionally or had even noticed he'd done it at all he showed no signs. He continued, trying to rationalise his experience, "You've just had an emotionally taxing experience... and it shows. You've got a sort of emotional cloud that you aren't actively or passively trying to conceal. Most people try to keep their inner feelings hidden to a certain extent, but you're definitely not, and there's good reason for it, don't get me wrong."
He turned to her, focusing on her eyes, then shifting his gaze down to her nose instead, "If I wanted to I could delve into that psychic scent, of sorts, and muck about inside your thoughts and emotions. Get the full reading. But the way you're broadcasting everything, I don't need to, at least not to understand in sparing detail what you're feeling."
"...In all honesty I think you're in shock, mostly, with a good layer of concern - misplaced or otherwise - an underlying sense of confusion, the ever present self doubt... and a little bit of fear. Which... is why I asked you if I scared you. I don't want to be the reason for your terror, but if I am, I'd rather like to know..."
