Mm. [It's a quiet affirmation, as if her thoughts are elsewhere, though her smile relays the connection to the present. She reaches down to pull the blanket up further until it's under her arm, as high as it can go. Another moment passes where she simply looks at him, almost deciding something.
Against her somewhat better judgement, Kaname accepts his wordless invitation, moving slightly closer, his arm now almost trapped between them. Her eyes close, and she angles her head forward to softly rest her forehead against his shoulder. Her hand moves from the blanket to follow suit, resting there as well, fingers gently tracing his collarbone.
For a long, silent stretch, she stays like this, perfectly content to simply be. Of course she'll listen to anything he might say, even offer a brief reply of a kind if required, but she doesn't pose a question of her own just yet. When she does, it's an odd one. She opens her eyes and tilts her head to look at him.]
Be honest with me, Messer-kun. How's this shoulder doing? Does it hurt?
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Against her somewhat better judgement, Kaname accepts his wordless invitation, moving slightly closer, his arm now almost trapped between them. Her eyes close, and she angles her head forward to softly rest her forehead against his shoulder. Her hand moves from the blanket to follow suit, resting there as well, fingers gently tracing his collarbone.
For a long, silent stretch, she stays like this, perfectly content to simply be. Of course she'll listen to anything he might say, even offer a brief reply of a kind if required, but she doesn't pose a question of her own just yet. When she does, it's an odd one. She opens her eyes and tilts her head to look at him.]
Be honest with me, Messer-kun. How's this shoulder doing? Does it hurt?