[She knows it was not easy on any of them. Each in their own way. Even taking a certain grounding from him, the rock he'd provided to keep the rest of them contained, she'd known it was not precisely his nature- but she'd had to take it anyway, for the sake of the mission, for not making things worse. Not that one could give back such a thing, per se, but.
She had. Certainly tried. Then tried a few more times.]
... even this?
[Perhaps it was magic. That seemed to forever be the answer to the things she could not understand- that and "science". (Where the line between those blurred, she certainly could not guess.)
Curious and yet wanting for distraction, she lightens her touch to the merest of butterfly weight passes, mere flutters against his skin. Or... whatever one ought to call what made up that arm.]
no subject
She had. Certainly tried. Then tried a few more times.]
... even this?
[Perhaps it was magic. That seemed to forever be the answer to the things she could not understand- that and "science". (Where the line between those blurred, she certainly could not guess.)
Curious and yet wanting for distraction, she lightens her touch to the merest of butterfly weight passes, mere flutters against his skin. Or... whatever one ought to call what made up that arm.]