[ Overwhelming is what she would describe what potential the taste of his power she had felt through their very first connection to be, but even then he had been able to harness it with some of her guidance. Thinking back upon it, she had felt it to be this uniform light; now he’s saying its noisy... Is his light comprised of different strands? (Or to go along with the metaphor, different bands and frequencies?) Had she been too baffled at his power to notice back then? Or has something changed?

Her expression remains puzzled as she attempts to wade through this riddle. Something seems to occur to her, however, and her brow furrows. Carefully: ] I... believe I can help you. But first let me ask—

In this noise... do you feel that it is drowning out your own voice, too?

[ A very terrible scenario would be him losing his sense of self trying to listen, even with her help. She won’t feel entirely comfortable risking that since she knows so little. ]