He can feel her as soon as she arrives, and it's definitely Sophie and not one of her sisters, because despite what all of the other morons around them think, the Cuckoos are easy to tell apart for anyone paying the slightest bit of attention. And Quentin, well, Quentin's paid attention to the Cuckoos. To say the least. Arguably too much. But that's a whole tangle of emotions he's not remotely willing to dissect any time soon.
He knows Sophie doesn't like him. Shouldn't like him, probably. Sophie's death is the one part of his stupid little rebellion for which he can never seem to atone. But... he also knows she can feel his psychic signature as much as he can feel hers. And hers is... off somehow. Maybe because she's separated from her sisters, but it could be something else, and she could need help, and well... okay, maybe he's not the best person to offer help. Possibly the worst, actually. But by the time he's started working towards some kind of conclusion on that front, Sophie's voice is already in his head, and he has to blurt out some kind of answer.]
/Sorry, I, uhh. Look, I'm not following you or anything. I'll stay out of your way, I was just. Uh. Making sure you were okay. And stuff./
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He can feel her as soon as she arrives, and it's definitely Sophie and not one of her sisters, because despite what all of the other morons around them think, the Cuckoos are easy to tell apart for anyone paying the slightest bit of attention. And Quentin, well, Quentin's paid attention to the Cuckoos. To say the least. Arguably too much. But that's a whole tangle of emotions he's not remotely willing to dissect any time soon.
He knows Sophie doesn't like him. Shouldn't like him, probably. Sophie's death is the one part of his stupid little rebellion for which he can never seem to atone. But... he also knows she can feel his psychic signature as much as he can feel hers. And hers is... off somehow. Maybe because she's separated from her sisters, but it could be something else, and she could need help, and well... okay, maybe he's not the best person to offer help. Possibly the worst, actually. But by the time he's started working towards some kind of conclusion on that front, Sophie's voice is already in his head, and he has to blurt out some kind of answer.]
/Sorry, I, uhh. Look, I'm not following you or anything. I'll stay out of your way, I was just. Uh. Making sure you were okay. And stuff./