She jerked back. "Don't. I don't know if..." It wasn't Cortez; he hadn't touched her this time. Somehow she'd done it herself. But she didn't know how, and she wasn't sure what would happen if she touched someone.

Em took a deep breath, then a shaky exhale as she let go of her projection - the wings and scythe fading as green returned to her eyes and she became herself again. "Are you all right?"