[He catches her hand before she's had a chance to lift it away. The warm press of her palm against his side lingers, a handprint that lasts. Darras lifts her hand so he can kiss it--once, on the back, and then again when he flips it over and kisses the flats of her fingers, just above the palm. Even with him newly shaved, it will still tickle.]
If I'm staying, are you absolutely certain you can't stay as well? Seems only right.
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If I'm staying, are you absolutely certain you can't stay as well? Seems only right.