The Tangle mostly void, partially stars

The much smaller child watched for every signal, her pale olive and pumpkin eyes noticed the smallest ticks. She could hear that the darker girl was calming her breathas she crawled closer, she looked for signs of aggression and defense for her to back away but there were none. It wasn't until she cmhad curled her petite frame around her did she stiffen against the touch.

Was this the wrong move, would there be more violence for her naive sense of comfort? Touch was confirting to everyone, at least, thats what the child thought. Words came then, a question, what are you doing? How was she to answer that? Touching, comfort, thats what she was doing but still the question hung in the morning air. 

She tried again, her lips parted to say sometying but only a squeak came out. She persisted to the point she now flinched at how painful the action was. Shaking her head she leaned up, she went to press her nose against her throat before quickly falling back to the ground to show it was not a sign of aggression. It was an action to let her know she could not talk. Her ears pinned to her skull again as she looked up at the much larger girl. Would she understand the message she was trying to convey?