Breakfast and Esme Offers Connection

You wake from your slumber feeling well rested and sated. Esme is pinned beneath you, eyes wide open and red from crying. You climb off her and find the room empty of corpses and relatively clean, any evidence of the fight seemingly magically removed with the obvious exception of Esme. There's also a large cauldron of gruel in the room now along with a tankard of water and some cups and bowls. You're pleased with this development as you're starving until you taste the disgusting food. Nonetheless you manage to push past the taste and slurp down a few of bowls of the slop.

When you've reached your mental limit you fill another bowl and set it in front of Esme who is watching you closely with her knees pulled tight to her chest. She takes the food and tentatively takes a slurp, wrinkling her nose in disgust. You laugh, a grunt like booming sound. "You're not a normal minotaur, are you?" Esme asks

Shocked you decide on honesty and give a nod.

"Can I do something?" She asks. "I'm a psychic, can I connect with your mind so I can understand you?"

You think for a moment, worried it's some kind of trap. On the other hand given how you tore through her party you're not too worried she can do much to you. Once again you nod and lean your head forward as Esme reaches her hand out. She places a soft hand on the side of your head and closes her eyes, a strange feeling instantly entering your head.