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Bwoshih smiled soothingly as he sensed that he had startled the boy.
"I'm the psychics professor." he said. "And your mental request for help was a bit louder than usual. Don't worry though, no one else heard you. Please let me help you."
He waited for the boy's answer, knowing that the boy might very well be put off by the need for assistance but wanting to help nevertheless. He wasn't reading the boy's mind, no self-respecting person would do that, but he was worried that the boy might say no to his offer, which was a bad idea in this boy's condition. |