[ She relaxes a little. The warmth from Thom's hand feels nice. She hasn't experienced warmth like that in a long while. No one's been gentle with her like that since Jon, and Jon was years ago. A lifetime ago. ]
I suppose. But who are you? Why are you doing this?
[ She's grateful, but she doesn't trust him. A brief look of fear crosses her face. What if he's not really helping her? What if this is some trap, some poison? The milk the kindly man gave her was sweet, but it blinded her all the same. Was this touch like that? ]
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I suppose. But who are you? Why are you doing this?
[ She's grateful, but she doesn't trust him. A brief look of fear crosses her face. What if he's not really helping her? What if this is some trap, some poison? The milk the kindly man gave her was sweet, but it blinded her all the same. Was this touch like that? ]