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adjusting to darkness...[Open to all]

Betsy was struggling with her sudden blindness. She still didn't know the exact reason behind it, but she knew that it frightened her. She now had to rely on her hearing and touch to move around. The things that were so basic and natural, were now so foreign to her.

"Where are those damn shoes?" She muttered to herself as she fumbled around the floor. After a few moments, she got to her feet, frustrated, and felt for the door instead. She decided she would go get some fresh air, if she could find her way out. She fumbled with the door handle, and unsteadily made her way to the railing of the stairs.

"Damn...damn it..." She stubbed her toe on the railing and stumbled down a few steps, her hands gripping the rail to catch herself.

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He was walking up the stairs and she looked about to tumble down them. He strode quickly up the remaining steps between them and took her arm firmly.

"What are you doing?"

She gasped at the grip on her arm, her stumble stopped, but her heart was racing. She glanced in the direction of the familiar voice.

"Eric? I just wanted to get some air..."

"There are many people you could ask for help," Erik admonished, leading her down the stairs. "You're going to break your neck trying to do everything yourself before you've had a chance to acclimate."

"I just wanted to be able to do something without help...I feel useless. I can't even walk without falling or crashing into something." She did hold Erik tightly as they moved down the stairs.

"I'm starting to fear the basic things I used to be able to do."

"You need to be patient with yourself. To develop your other abilities."

They reached the bottom of the stairs.

"You're a telepath. Use your second sight to see."

She turned her head in what she hoped was his direcction.

"Erik, everyone knows I don't have the word patience in my vocabulary." She added lightly, before frowning at his suggestion.

"I'm still learning about my telepathy...I don't want to put my trust in it, in case it fails. I feel like I can't trust any part of myself."

"I'm not known for patience either, and helping mutants develop their power is far more in the realm of Charles' expertise, but even I can see that working on your telepathy and learning to trust yourself is the most reasonable course of action for you. But you need to choose it."

She nodded slowly, and frowned slightly.

"I'll work on it, Erik. Just need to adjust I guess." She shifted a little closer to him.

"I just need to get out, for a little while."

"You should go to Charles. He'll work with you. Much more productively than I could."

He led her towards the front doors.

"You'll need a coat."

"I will go see..go to Charles soon."

She held onto him tight as he took her to the doors.

"I couldn't find any other clothes..too many surfaces and everything feels so foreign."

He paused, glancing around, then going to the closet near the door and finding an old coat, which he put around her shoulders.

She flinched slightly when the coat was draped over her shoulders. She soon relaxed and snuggled into the coat.

"Thanks, Erik."

"Stop thanking me," he told her. "The whole point of this place is that mutants have to look after each other."

He steered her outside.

She shivered just slightly as the cold breeze touched her skin.

"I'm sorry...just grateful for what you do for me.."

"If I can find it in my heart to help train that obnoxious brat Lorna, then it's really no hardship to take you outside for some air," he told her.

Betsy chuckled softly.

"How is the training going? Getting anywhere?" She asked and took in a deep breath. She had been so out of it lately, she had no idea what was going on in the mansion.

"Her control is improving. Her general insolence and lack of manners is not."

He shrugged and tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow so he could slide his hands into his pockets for warmth.

"It's going about as expected."

"At least something is improving. I'm sure your patience and hard work is pulling off well." She smiled as she felt her hand get tucked in his arm.

"Maybe the lack of manners and attitude needs a different approach. Maybe she just needs a good talk with another female or something." She dipped her head a little as they walked, lost in thought for a moment.

"Feel free to try," Erik told her dubiously. He didn't think there was much to be done about the stubborn girl's attitude.

"Okay, I'll talk to her tomorrow. Might have to get someone to set me an alarm, as I can't really tell the time or even if it's night or day, at the moment." She added lightly.

"Erik, would you mind telling me what time it is now?"

"Ten-thirty in the morning," he told her. He glanced over. "Perhaps someone should work with you daily. I'm sure Charles would be able to manage it."

Even with their project going on in the sublevels.

"Well, it's earlier than I thought it was." She chuckled softly, trying to stay in a good mood today.

"I'll speak with Charles, when he's free next." She smiled softly. "Tell me Erik, what do you see? Is it a nice day?"

"Grey," he replied. "Snowy. Ororo sees to it."

He glanced around.

"I don't know that we can keep such thick winter up for much longer without arousing suspicion beyond Stryker."

"Even though it is soemthing that was almost the same everyday...I miss seeing the snow." She sighed softly, huddling a little closer to Erik for a bit of extra heat.

"Do we need it to be thick winter to stay safe?"

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