[She starts in surprise at the touch, looking bewildered. When was the last time anyone touched her? Normally her touch to a normal person meant an instant death, but that had clearly been done away with here. Or maybe it was because she was, somehow, inexplicably, alive here.
Slowly she looks up at him, eyes wide in something akin to wonder and awe, maybe a dash of disbelief.]
...Why? [She whispers the question, as if afraid if she asks too loudly it’ll break whatever spell that’s compelling him to actually show her kindness.]
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Slowly she looks up at him, eyes wide in something akin to wonder and awe, maybe a dash of disbelief.]
...Why? [She whispers the question, as if afraid if she asks too loudly it’ll break whatever spell that’s compelling him to actually show her kindness.]