I reply tentatively.
"I didn't see, exactly." I don't know how to put my feelings into words - or even thoughts.
A questioning tendril comes from Alec's mind.
"I sort of ... felt." It wasn't images or words that I saw in people's minds. It was more like a feeling that I knew what they were thinking, becauase I felt it too.
"You're ancient. And hurting. You're confused - you're worried about your sister, because you can't see the ghost she's talking to. I felt its mind though. It's there - you don't need to worry any more." I pause. "You're wondering what I am, and you're wondering whether you did the right thing..." I don't know how I know all that but I do.
"And that's ... that's all." It's not, and I know it. I think Alec knows it, too, because his next question throws me completely off guard.