[It is easier to forget her discomfort in human body when she is distracted so, by his laughter and the fact that she allows (allows, mind!) her hands to be captured by his, flushing in indignation. (Not just indignation.)]

With that tough skin of yours I do not think you've right to complain at all. I have not left a single mark upon you.

[And not for... well, she wasn't trying to, but. Though he'd been red as an ogre with lizard venom in the labyrinth, he was unburned. Though he'd been bruised by the Vakdir, he was again unblemished. (And really... it was a comfort. To not need worry for his safety as much, outside of apparently the equally powered forces of the likes of his world.)

Still... she finds herself slinking steadily more atop him than beside.]