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"If it makes you uncomfortable..."

She might have protested had she not very much liked the idea he came up with. Tail betrayed any sort of casual air she might have tried to front. A little sway to it, as she found it in her to look back to him.

I'd like that. Warmth bubbled up in her words.

It was overwhelming how much relief she had felt when they had departed Moonglow together. The glow of the good feelings still present on her face when she could muster the boldness — silly, she knew — to look at him directly.

We might be able to. . . find something hidden near the wall. Or the river for the heat. She might have bumbled on and on with suggestions had she not wanted to hear what he wanted.