Graeme reached over and rested his hand on hers.
"So nothing happens now?" he asked, returning to the subject of her latent gift. He had been restraining himself from comforting her or holding her hand or anything involving touching her skin while she was unconscious, fearing that he would harm her in some way. When he had helped her up from the bed at the outpost prior to Marius's arrival, she had looked helpless and shaken. And after Marius had touched her, she had seemed utterly petrified.
August shook her head, looking down at their hands touching. "I wonder why."
Graeme scooped her hand in his, holding it from beneath. "I'm relieved. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." August smiled, the blush staying warm on her cheeks.
