[... She did smell something like herbs in the place. It isn't enough to make her confident, but at the same time... maybe she was simply overthinking things. Perhaps he would tell her she had torn something. Maybe he did know.
But the point remained that she was in his house. He asked respectfully enough.]
... Very well.
[He will recognize the expression on her face from that night spent in her stall. The mix of embarrassment and shame in her weakness that surfaced every time in a woman unaccustomed to touch that didn't come with rebuke or pain.
She offers her hand toward his, an inch of space between. Close enough for him to close the distance and touch, she just... can't bring herself to put it directly in his hand.]
no subject
But the point remained that she was in his house. He asked respectfully enough.]
... Very well.
[He will recognize the expression on her face from that night spent in her stall. The mix of embarrassment and shame in her weakness that surfaced every time in a woman unaccustomed to touch that didn't come with rebuke or pain.
She offers her hand toward his, an inch of space between. Close enough for him to close the distance and touch, she just... can't bring herself to put it directly in his hand.]