[From the other side, he'll feel his hand growing warm against the cold, little flames dancing over their knuckles as if to tie their hands together. She might be squeezing just a bit too hard while she watches, not quite realizing her grip. She starts when his blue magic comes rippling out, stepping out from behind him to watch, her other hand balled into a fist and ready to attack or break or push it back should it try to retaliate against him.
But she holds fast, trusting that he will say so if he can't do it anymore.
And it's when he falters that her nerves get the better of her. She lets the flames around their hands grow, and he'll feel a surge of her dreamotion within him.]
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But she holds fast, trusting that he will say so if he can't do it anymore.
And it's when he falters that her nerves get the better of her. She lets the flames around their hands grow, and he'll feel a surge of her dreamotion within him.]
Okay. Is that not enough?
[She can't keep doing this!]