[... This is nice but it's awkward.

But like, the nice is really winning out, and since she so really wants to kiss him she's just going to hold his hand instead. That. That works.]

Why wouldn't I? I mean, I guess you can't hold your own soul, so you wouldn't know, but it is really nice. Kind of like a quiet kitten.

[...]

Except it's not really fuzzy. And your frame of reference for a cat is one I frankly don't trust, so I'm going to cover you in them when we get to Dalsnes.