[ Any worry she had that he might push, or maybe even lose interest, dissipates immediately with the surety of his response, the way he redirects his attention. Ciri breathes out, relaxing again and only then realizing how tense her chest had felt.
Her fingers brush through his hair, nails scratching gently. ]
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Her fingers brush through his hair, nails scratching gently. ]
Yes. That sounds very good.