The first times they’ve touched were robbed of her. She was either unconscious or under throbbing pain, collecting thoughts and suppressing screeches.

With healing came more headspace, clarity. Yara noted the tailor’s hands would not wander, but linger. Be it when asking about her nights, or when passing her a butter knife.

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