For as long as Anatoly wanted, Sookie would keep her arms wrapped around him, her palm flat against his back and brushing up and down with large, circular motions. The type that her gran used to use if Sookie ever felt herself falling victim to a panic attack— which was, for a girl who could read thoughts without intending, a rather common occurrence. She hooked her chin over his shoulders, only hoping that it could help.

"Yeah, I've been... lucky this time," Sookie admitted, thinking of Mitchell. It was him she worried about more than anyone else. But for most people and most situations, it was those who had loved ones who ended up hurting the most. Hers was hardly an inconvenience when stacked against all of that. "If more people talk to Lex though, he'll quickly come to realize what's going on. Maybe if you get him to a familiar face? That's that guy, Kon-El, right? I mean, not that I find it hard to believe in the existence of this place, but were I brought anew again, it'd be... easier to take me to Sam Merlotte or something."