Redhawk Caldera We're meeting arms to arms

The words didn't come, no matter how hard Pan searched for them. Peregrine reached out again, and Pantaleimon flinched at first. When Peregrine withdrew, Pan instinctively moved her head along, wanting the touch to linger for a moment longer.

"It's hard," Pantaleimon mumbled while she gingerly reached her face out to Peregrine's, wanting nothing more than to feel his body against hers, but too afraid to ask for it or do it herself.