[John frowns down at the Heart, but can't help snorting at Sherlock's comment as he crouches down in front of her. After what happened, John goes slowly, he doesn't just lay on hands. Instead, he holds one out to Berit before tentatively touching her.
No pink diamonds appear, thankfully. Sherlock will feel something, though. Instead of the impossibly intense wash of emotion, though, it's muted. Something more akin to a warm, fuzzy feeling, without being too much to process.
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No pink diamonds appear, thankfully. Sherlock will feel something, though. Instead of the impossibly intense wash of emotion, though, it's muted. Something more akin to a warm, fuzzy feeling, without being too much to process.
John looks up at his friend.]
Is it all right?