[He shifts, and she shifts in answer, gaze drawn away only long enough to see two legs again and suppress the urge to pull the ring off once more. The bed isn't large enough- nor surely strong enough to support her, even if she could find the courage to keep embracing him like this, shaped like that. (Part of her thinks that if it's right now... maybe she could. Maybe her desire to be back in a form less constricting outweighed reluctance borne of power structures that have not ruled her life for near a year. Maybe he would-)]
... what are dwarves, that they make such a fine thing?
[Thinking perhaps she is being gentle, hoping she is being considerate in how she asks, careful about treading on anything that might be painful or private, Hayame lets herself continue to pull him from sleep. Lets herself tangle fingers and pull his crafted arm up to nestle against her breasts, so that she might curl her whole-again hands around his and press a kiss to the back of it. It didn't even feel that different in temperature from the rest of him... or maybe that was something else.]
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... what are dwarves, that they make such a fine thing?
[Thinking perhaps she is being gentle, hoping she is being considerate in how she asks, careful about treading on anything that might be painful or private, Hayame lets herself continue to pull him from sleep. Lets herself tangle fingers and pull his crafted arm up to nestle against her breasts, so that she might curl her whole-again hands around his and press a kiss to the back of it. It didn't even feel that different in temperature from the rest of him... or maybe that was something else.]