[ She does her best to sound reassuring-- even if it might be nigh impossible to someone who has been long since dead. ]
It will be alright. [ She turns his hand in her palms. ] But perhaps we can learn... to give our all, to be more vulnerable together.
[ She's missing one more thing to say, but what? What would someone who is afraid to take that next step in opening up need to hear? What would help them feel safer when the unknowns of this world remain so prevalent? When they have been told they must give their touch to the gods, when knowing that touch is ultimately never just physical?
He seems... troubled, discontented. His brow is slightly furrowed, serious. Something displeases him-- admitting that no, most likely.
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It will be alright. [ She turns his hand in her palms. ] But perhaps we can learn... to give our all, to be more vulnerable together.
[ She's missing one more thing to say, but what? What would someone who is afraid to take that next step in opening up need to hear? What would help them feel safer when the unknowns of this world remain so prevalent? When they have been told they must give their touch to the gods, when knowing that touch is ultimately never just physical?
He seems... troubled, discontented. His brow is slightly furrowed, serious. Something displeases him-- admitting that no, most likely.
Her hands clasp his ever more gently. ]
I promise not to hurt you.