[ ”Does it hurt—“ The question strikes her as absurd enough that for a moment or two after he asks it, she stares at him. Then, the laughs breathlessly, bringing up her free hand to cover her lips. ] N-no, no.... Not at all.
[ Does it hurt, as if anything he can do might actually hurt her! He’s been doing nothing but good to her. This, too, feels... ] It feels as if... [ Adopting a more reflective tone, she closes her eyes to focus inward, only to find that she need not expend any concentration at all. The tether is there without even needing to look for it. It’s astounding, this bond that feels strong, tying her to him. It is that she wishes to respect, to keep distinct from her own power.
Opening her eyes, her gaze trails from their joined hands up his arm, finally reaching his face. When she meets his eyes, her own are feather-soft. He seems concerned, as if he had expected something to go wrong in the process. ]
It feels as if you are there, in me. [ More than just holding his hand, even, or that of an embrace. It’s a connection more spiritual than that, made from trust— a delicate trust that she will honor. How anyone could ever think of betraying this trust after having this power imbued into them, she cannot fathom; that, or perhaps she’s more sensitive to it, as someone who is attuned to energies in general. His feels wonderful. ]
A treasure, right here. [ Right here, she says, with a tap to her chest, over where her heart would be. Saying this, she’s smiling before she even knows she is, pleased, happy, and as if flattered in a way, that he has chosen her to give this incredible bond. ]
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[ Does it hurt, as if anything he can do might actually hurt her! He’s been doing nothing but good to her. This, too, feels... ] It feels as if... [ Adopting a more reflective tone, she closes her eyes to focus inward, only to find that she need not expend any concentration at all. The tether is there without even needing to look for it. It’s astounding, this bond that feels strong, tying her to him. It is that she wishes to respect, to keep distinct from her own power.
Opening her eyes, her gaze trails from their joined hands up his arm, finally reaching his face. When she meets his eyes, her own are feather-soft. He seems concerned, as if he had expected something to go wrong in the process. ]
It feels as if you are there, in me. [ More than just holding his hand, even, or that of an embrace. It’s a connection more spiritual than that, made from trust— a delicate trust that she will honor. How anyone could ever think of betraying this trust after having this power imbued into them, she cannot fathom; that, or perhaps she’s more sensitive to it, as someone who is attuned to energies in general. His feels wonderful. ]
A treasure, right here. [ Right here, she says, with a tap to her chest, over where her heart would be. Saying this, she’s smiling before she even knows she is, pleased, happy, and as if flattered in a way, that he has chosen her to give this incredible bond. ]