Niniel tugged at her hair nervously. Soronume seemed safe to trust, but could she be sure? No one in her experience had been so easy with her, even when she did mindless things such as blurting out a question that could only have a painful answer. His story seemed to pain him almost as much as did his wound.
Niniel reached out her hand to him, stopping just short of putting it on his shoulder, then pulled it back with a jerk. Such a familiar gesture should only be used by a family member, or a close friend, she thought. She took a step back and blushed.
Soronume took her hand and gently pulled her back onto the seat. Gently. There had been precious little of that in her life. Last night and today had been the most confusing, and the most pleasant, she could remember.
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