[ The stroke upon her back seems to pull a bit more of the cold out of her. Where he touches her skin, she can feel the calloused texture of his fingers, rough but warm over her. Healing properties aside, she hadn’t known how... touch could feel so comforting. This, too, he’s giving her— and so, she seeks to reciprocate.
In turn Pyra’s hand relaxes upon his back, fingers spreading out to rest her palm, lightly pressing his tunic against his back. He’s quite muscular, she finds, undoubtedly from years of training, and the tips of her fingers slowly follow along the oblique ridge of his shoulder blade to just below the nape of his neck.
She wonders if this helps him, if someone who has been dead for so long can find comfort in touch. Hopefully, it is so. ]
The outside world is harsh. But you are strong, [ She can feel it beneath her fingertips, physically strong, but also a magnificent light. She speaks quietly but no less hopefully. ] and your hands... They already have experience with helping to heal your own world.
If they are to select anyone to explore outside, there would be few more capable than you.
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In turn Pyra’s hand relaxes upon his back, fingers spreading out to rest her palm, lightly pressing his tunic against his back. He’s quite muscular, she finds, undoubtedly from years of training, and the tips of her fingers slowly follow along the oblique ridge of his shoulder blade to just below the nape of his neck.
She wonders if this helps him, if someone who has been dead for so long can find comfort in touch. Hopefully, it is so. ]
The outside world is harsh. But you are strong, [ She can feel it beneath her fingertips, physically strong, but also a magnificent light. She speaks quietly but no less hopefully. ] and your hands... They already have experience with helping to heal your own world.
If they are to select anyone to explore outside, there would be few more capable than you.