[He does flinch a little when she touches him, the small sting of pain momentarily magnified to feel like lightning. But the pain isn't excruciating, and it quickly returns to its normal level, and he reminds himself that there's no enemy here to torture him.

[He's not sure what she's doing, but he does notice the mocking voices become less solid, more easy to dismiss as his imaginings. He opens his eyes, and while he can still see them, they're imperfect illusions now.

[He also finally gets a decent look at who's helping him. The feline aspects stand out and jog a name in his memory.]

Catra?