It should be, but things are never simple, no. Then again - that's alright as long as we aren't alone, don't you think?

[ Ororo closes her eyes, even if this was a just a dreamlike meeting of their minds. Her thoughts wander a little, distant memories that she's fine sharing with Jean - to days when she was alone - her childhood on the streets. Many years later: the difficult days when she'd first lost her powers. The day that T'Challa broke the news to her and she'd had to physically fight him alone. Things ought to be simple. But reality never was - and the only reason she'd survived was because she'd found people to help her. People like the X-Men, people who'd become more than friends and family.

And here was her best friend, reaching out for her so that she wasn't alone with her thoughts, her worries. Ororo reaches out to clasp her fingers over Jean's. Only a vague impression, probably, as Ororo was no telepath. But the sentiment is there. ]

I will likely get a brief on this mission once you two have handled it. But will you tell me about it before then? I'll whisk you off for a visit to the springs, and if we are lucky perhaps Scott won't even be mad.