[ She can pinpoint his distress where it flares in the Force, but she can't trace it to a source. He must be genuinely invested in her health, she decides, if his worry is so palpable it stirs the air. Again: sweet, but needless. ]
I'll be fine, [ she insists, placing stress on the syllables as though he needs the exaggeration to understand what she's communicating to him. ] You're worrying over nothing. They'll warm up soon enough.
[ To say "see?", she looks to him from the corner of her eye and lifts her hands to the fire, palms flat and outstretched to greet the brunt of the heat radiating from the pit. Too bad the warmth tingling along her fingers can't reach her chest and the tight points of her nipples, but she's cold and still damp from rainfall. That's a very natural reaction to the elements she hasn't yet noticed.
And probably won't, honestly. Ignorance is bliss. ]
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I'll be fine, [ she insists, placing stress on the syllables as though he needs the exaggeration to understand what she's communicating to him. ] You're worrying over nothing. They'll warm up soon enough.
[ To say "see?", she looks to him from the corner of her eye and lifts her hands to the fire, palms flat and outstretched to greet the brunt of the heat radiating from the pit. Too bad the warmth tingling along her fingers can't reach her chest and the tight points of her nipples, but she's cold and still damp from rainfall. That's a very natural reaction to the elements she hasn't yet noticed.
And probably won't, honestly. Ignorance is bliss. ]