[Elda's contact reminds her that yes, she has more to her body, and all at once she's embarrassed again, but she doesn't break apart, despite murmuring a sound of thanks.
Once her hand is against Elda's cheek, she starts gently brushing her fingers down it, just savoring the softness of her skin. That she can keep up enough.]
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Once her hand is against Elda's cheek, she starts gently brushing her fingers down it, just savoring the softness of her skin. That she can keep up enough.]