Now that she's held hands with a few others for various reasons, mostly concerning the situation at hand, Ellie feels less weird about it, but it still doesn't mean that weirdness is completely out. Still, the need to hold onto each other mollifies her. If she can keep her hand on Killua's arm for as long as she did earlier, holding Tris's hand isn't an issue.

Ellie's also starting to get used to the sensation of someone being in her head, seeing something that personal -- but she's also glad it wasn't worse. Nobody needs that.

"Oh, yeah. A couple of times earlier, that's how I figured out that this-" she swings their hands a little, "actually helps. But the only thing that gets it to go away is talking about it."

And this is where she gets guilty. She bites her lip, staring at the ground while they make their way out onto the patio, head for the nearby copse of trees.

"Which I was meaning to do anyway, but it just... never seemed like the right time, you know?"