[ She doesn't have to look to know what he means, when he touches it and she remembers what is there. So few have seen it, let alone touched it, since--
Ciri lets out a soft noise, this time not of pleasure. An uncertain, shaky breath, just barely voiced. ]
A memory.
[ She moves her leg, not quite away, but perhaps in a small attempt to pull his attention from it for now. Before the uncertainty can take hold fully, Ciri reaches down to brush her fingertips against his hair. Keep herself in the moment. ]
I don't want to think about the past when you're here with me now.
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Ciri lets out a soft noise, this time not of pleasure. An uncertain, shaky breath, just barely voiced. ]
A memory.
[ She moves her leg, not quite away, but perhaps in a small attempt to pull his attention from it for now. Before the uncertainty can take hold fully, Ciri reaches down to brush her fingertips against his hair. Keep herself in the moment. ]
I don't want to think about the past when you're here with me now.