[ She is pretty, by design, and for this moment in particular; adrift without her past, her wide eyes and lush body are the only tools she has, along with the instinct to use them. The comfort he offers strikes a note she had unknowingly sought since waking and she makes a soft, contented sound from her throat. ]
[ Responding to his words would be impossible even if endless vocabulary were at her disposal, so she makes no attempt. It's nothing she remembers and nothing she wants to, a black on black silhouette that's less imposing with every touch of his hand. (Once again, her instinct at work -- soon enough she will strain to know the reason behind those flashes of feeling and then wish she hadn't, so for now she's easily distractible, she has to be.) ]
[ She nuzzles her cheek against his shoulder, the movement akin to a cat stretching toward an outstretched hand. ]
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[ Responding to his words would be impossible even if endless vocabulary were at her disposal, so she makes no attempt. It's nothing she remembers and nothing she wants to, a black on black silhouette that's less imposing with every touch of his hand. (Once again, her instinct at work -- soon enough she will strain to know the reason behind those flashes of feeling and then wish she hadn't, so for now she's easily distractible, she has to be.) ]
[ She nuzzles her cheek against his shoulder, the movement akin to a cat stretching toward an outstretched hand. ]