[She can feel it- his blood inside of her shard. Inside of her. It settles somewhere inside of her, and this time when she shivers... it isn't because she's cold. But there's no stopping now. She may not feel it, but she sees it when blood blossoms on the tip of her finger... and she manages to curl the digit just enough to smear the crimson on the golden crescent of Claude's shard.
He touches her hand so easily. It shames her even now, after all of this. It would almost be easier if he looked at her like she expected, but the condemnation is all in her own head. She can't find it on his face, or in his eyes, and this time... she has his shard in her hand. She can't doubt how he feels with it there.
Gradually, the Blight-frosted color begins to fade from her fingers, which start to curl and twitch as feeling returns, and her breathing begins to ease.]
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He touches her hand so easily. It shames her even now, after all of this. It would almost be easier if he looked at her like she expected, but the condemnation is all in her own head. She can't find it on his face, or in his eyes, and this time... she has his shard in her hand. She can't doubt how he feels with it there.
Gradually, the Blight-frosted color begins to fade from her fingers, which start to curl and twitch as feeling returns, and her breathing begins to ease.]