[ He thinks touch is like a prayer, it delivers the energy and they receive a blessing in return automatically... Admittedly, she hadn't thought of it that way, instead only musing if the mysterious energy generated from touch itself had been a way to stave off the illness. He does have a point, though, that it won't be effective outside. ]

The gods are not holding our hands. We are holding each other's. [ Technically, they're doing a lot more than just holding hands, but she hopes her point still stands. ] It is that energy that we give to the gods, and from there they make the barrier.

I hope that... [ Settling back to the crevice that is his body, she scoots to align herself with him. A lingering shiver passes through her, her fingers briefly bunching up the fabric of his tunic on his back. ] we will be able to bring this power unique to us to create havens outside of the city, the further we explore.