[ She feels the extra pressure of his hand upon her, noting how... not tightly he holds her hand, but how respectfully he does so.
Seeking to copy the manner of hold, she provides the same pressure in return, eyes raising to his face as if searching for some emotion of approval, and then back down to their hands. ] Oh— and... there is kneeling, correct?
[ Still holding his hand, she moves from their shared seat to the bath floor. Careful of the towel wrapped around her chest, she lowers herself to a knee before him. Hm. On one knee? Seems too much of a salute. Both knees, then.
Her hands continue to clasp his, and now she lifts her head to look at him. ] Like this?
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Seeking to copy the manner of hold, she provides the same pressure in return, eyes raising to his face as if searching for some emotion of approval, and then back down to their hands. ] Oh— and... there is kneeling, correct?
[ Still holding his hand, she moves from their shared seat to the bath floor. Careful of the towel wrapped around her chest, she lowers herself to a knee before him. Hm. On one knee? Seems too much of a salute. Both knees, then.
Her hands continue to clasp his, and now she lifts her head to look at him. ] Like this?