Right now, Ty is sweating bullets. He's fighting as hard as he can to slow down this psychic energy, taking it on head to head, because no one else can.
And yet, for Cait, he has the connection, and won't lose it. She's his last shred of resilience and hope. So its that much worse that he can't help her much now while she's fighting so much anger.
With that lack of control, everyone in the room can see the faint energy radiating from her, and perhaps hear the voice in a whisper, as he speaks over their link, in a strained mental voice.
"Cait, are you... are you alright? I can feel... you're in distress."
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