[ With her own body warmed against him, she’s faring far better than when she first returned to the townhouse. No longer does the chill feel so gripping or the aches so consuming. She lets out a slow, steady breath along with him, relaxing further only because he feels warmer than he had been before, too.
It’s difficult not to give into that warmth, finding it comforting, nice. This marks the first time she's held someone like this.
The hand upon his back lowers between his shoulder-blades, comes around to his front, then swifts up to his forehead. Her palm brushes back his bangs, matted coolly from a stressful night, to press upon his skin for a moment. Then she runs those same fingers though his hair yet again. Whatever she has assessed, she finds it passing.
Pyra adjusts just enough that they may face each other once again, and she slowly brings her own forehead to his. Quietly, but not so quiet that he might not hear the relief and smile in her voice, ]
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It’s difficult not to give into that warmth, finding it comforting, nice. This marks the first time she's held someone like this.
The hand upon his back lowers between his shoulder-blades, comes around to his front, then swifts up to his forehead. Her palm brushes back his bangs, matted coolly from a stressful night, to press upon his skin for a moment. Then she runs those same fingers though his hair yet again. Whatever she has assessed, she finds it passing.
Pyra adjusts just enough that they may face each other once again, and she slowly brings her own forehead to his. Quietly, but not so quiet that he might not hear the relief and smile in her voice, ]
How are you feeling?
[ Better, she hopes. ]