[Nyara immediately drops her gaze and lowers her hands so she's not touching his bare chest. She picked up on that sense of being weirded out and immediately comes to the conclusion that it's about her touching him, not out of unfamiliarity with contact-healing and the fact that it's hard for her to touch someone without it being at least a little like being kneaded by a large cat.
Need doesn't correct her. This isn't terribly high stakes and Nyara isn't so upset that she's about to go into a panic, and for all that Need does want to smooth her way a little she doesn't want to micromanage her girl. She's too close to dependence as it is.
Nyara tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice, to make it soft and meek, but it's there.]
This is what I was made into. It was a work of years. I am not - contagious.
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Need doesn't correct her. This isn't terribly high stakes and Nyara isn't so upset that she's about to go into a panic, and for all that Need does want to smooth her way a little she doesn't want to micromanage her girl. She's too close to dependence as it is.
Nyara tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice, to make it soft and meek, but it's there.]
This is what I was made into. It was a work of years. I am not - contagious.