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Send "´͈ ᵕ `͈" for my muse's reaction to yours suddenly holding their hand.
☾☾☾ admittedly, she jerks her hand away at first, clearly startled by the act. her nostrils flare and her eyes widen as she glances from the elf’s warm hand to his kind expression, before staring at her own hands with a mixture of confusion and fear.
( why do they look so much alike? )
even when she stands there battling with her own thoughts, dokoran is ever so patient, quietly waiting with his hand reaching out for her. in that moment, she sees no lingering reason to fear the inquisitor. if there’s anyone she can run to--- it’s him. and without a second thought, san lurches forward, this time clumsily wrapping both of her hands that tremble slightly around dokoran’s much bigger one. she grins from ear to ear.
words are unnecessary when she bumps her forehead lightly against his shoulder in a playful manner. i trust you.
