Stone Circle Beholden to the dust that adheres

The distance between them dwindled and the ruddy princess began to tremble. She was not used to touch. She didn't know if she dreaded or anticipated it. But she tried to hold still, she tried very hard.
Only, she couldn't. If there was anything the girl needed, it was a hug. She couldn't stop herself from shifting and reaching out for that contact. And if it was allowed, a small noise would slip from her throat like the soft sound of something breaking just before she dissolved into tears.