His touch is incredibly soft, so much so, it's nearly not even there. But he grazes a finger against a scar on the side of her hand she got from a curse and it feels as if she'd never been held before until this moment. That her hand had no function until it was held by his. She doesn't know what he's doing and is convinced if she even twitches, he'll jump back from her completely, angry for letting it go on for so long, and she doesn't want that just yet.