[ Her head tilts down to press her forehead to his. There, she remains, fingers fully enclosing around his hand to squeeze his in return. Her eyes fall shut even as he keeps his gaze on her. She feels as if he should not look at her in such a human state. She is meant to be the Oracle, something neigh otherworldly and an example to strive to be.
Perhaps he is only seeking the affection she gives so readily because he is injured. She tells herself this over and over in her mind as to not to be attached to this moment. Regardless, she finds herself doing just the opposite. She would press him closer, kiss him, tell him stories of her homeland and her family. She would simply be with him.... if she felt it was her place.
Instead she remains as she is with her fingers gently sliding up and down his own to bring him some form of comfort with her forehead pressed to his. ]
these two just need to cuddle and kiss and get on with it
Perhaps he is only seeking the affection she gives so readily because he is injured. She tells herself this over and over in her mind as to not to be attached to this moment. Regardless, she finds herself doing just the opposite. She would press him closer, kiss him, tell him stories of her homeland and her family. She would simply be with him.... if she felt it was her place.
Instead she remains as she is with her fingers gently sliding up and down his own to bring him some form of comfort with her forehead pressed to his. ]