Okay, [ she murmurs, looking into his eyes to make sure she catches any doubt. There is none and a part of her wants to kiss him for that. For trusting her after what she'd seen done to him.

Her hand stays in his and the other moves to his face, guiding him to look at her, their gazes meeting. She begins the compulsion, speaking plainly, her eyes dilate.]

Being up high won't make you sick anymore. You won't feel dizzy or strange, there's no 'world spinning' or vertigo. You'll feel the same as you always do, as you always did.