I'd say so. [ maybe that's why she's here, letting him brush his thumb over the marred skin of her back. the sensation is slightly dulled, but she feels the warmth of it still lingering in its wake. her own thumb brushes gently over the delicate skin of his right eye, brushing the backs of her fingers down the curve of his cheek. ] So, please... you don't have to worry. I won't look away.
[ she doesn't fight it when he nudges her, going down easily to lie on her back. mercedes has never been insecure about her body—she's never had to consider it in this context—but she has the sudden urge to... cover herself, in a way, unused to being so exposed in front of anyone. it's one thing to share the baths with a friend, but it's another thing entirely to do so with man whom she's just met, even with one whom she shares an understanding with.
but she trusts him, and that still holds true. she reaches out for him instead, fingers finding purchase on his forearm and wrist to tug him gently down to meet her. ]
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[ she doesn't fight it when he nudges her, going down easily to lie on her back. mercedes has never been insecure about her body—she's never had to consider it in this context—but she has the sudden urge to... cover herself, in a way, unused to being so exposed in front of anyone. it's one thing to share the baths with a friend, but it's another thing entirely to do so with man whom she's just met, even with one whom she shares an understanding with.
but she trusts him, and that still holds true. she reaches out for him instead, fingers finding purchase on his forearm and wrist to tug him gently down to meet her. ]