Arvil couldn't believe his ears, or his eyes. Madi had power, too? And she said she had a marking - the silver wings on his stomach! Finally, someone who might understand.
With such startling revelations, he was no longer upset, and was now able to look at Madi without suspicion. Her strong personality, when it wasn't directed at him, was quite compelling. Her body appeared strong to match, and also very soft. All he had touched in so long just felt like cold, hard metal. He wondered how her skin would feel...
He shook such thoughts out of his mind. She was some sort of warrior, and also a lady. It wouldn't be smart, or decent, to think such things.
"I thought I was the only one," he told her. He wanted to share all of it, his history, what he could do. Maybe he'd finally found someone he could trust. But old habits kept him guarded. "Reading objects isn't all I can do, either, but I don't know you well enough to show you my other talents."
He looked away from her and blushed, realizing his words may have come off slightly suggestive.