[ They should feel annoyed by him, but they don’t, at least not seriously. When his hand comes to hold their cheek, they don’t even pull away immediately, and it takes dedicated effort for them to resist leaning into it, like they had the last time he did this. It was nice back then, they’d realized, and it feels nice now, too, even if they can’t feel the warmth. ]
Is that something you should be calling the gem that just saved your life?
[ That’s half rhetorical and half they-really-don’t-know-what-that-word-means. They huff, unable to keep eye-contact after seeing his playful smirk and the blush that came with it. It doesn’t help that a subtle hint of color is coming into their face, too. All they can glean from how he’s acting now is that he’s teasing them somehow, which is only atypical in the sense that they feel more pleased than pissed off about it like usual. They find themself overly happy that he’s better, and moreso that its because of them that he is. This is also a side of him they’ve never seen, and they have to wonder how much of it is because of them specifically and not the magic. Maybe that’s why their responses lack their usual bite — at least for now, while they’re decompressing from the thought of being unable to bring him back at all.
They’re tempted to point out that he just complained about how cold they are, and now he’s touching them anyway, but that’ll probably prompt him to let go of them sooner. They do slide their hand off his chest, knowing the cold is likely seeping through, but they don’t make any motion to move his hand from their cheek, not yet. Of course they don’t want it to harm him, but he’s not stupid (mostly), and there’s a certain comfort in feeling through his touch that he’s here and alive. Not that they’re letting that get pried out of them. ]
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Is that something you should be calling the gem that just saved your life?
[ That’s half rhetorical and half they-really-don’t-know-what-that-word-means. They huff, unable to keep eye-contact after seeing his playful smirk and the blush that came with it. It doesn’t help that a subtle hint of color is coming into their face, too. All they can glean from how he’s acting now is that he’s teasing them somehow, which is only atypical in the sense that they feel more pleased than pissed off about it like usual. They find themself overly happy that he’s better, and moreso that its because of them that he is. This is also a side of him they’ve never seen, and they have to wonder how much of it is because of them specifically and not the magic. Maybe that’s why their responses lack their usual bite — at least for now, while they’re decompressing from the thought of being unable to bring him back at all.
They’re tempted to point out that he just complained about how cold they are, and now he’s touching them anyway, but that’ll probably prompt him to let go of them sooner. They do slide their hand off his chest, knowing the cold is likely seeping through, but they don’t make any motion to move his hand from their cheek, not yet. Of course they don’t want it to harm him, but he’s not stupid (mostly), and there’s a certain comfort in feeling through his touch that he’s here and alive. Not that they’re letting that get pried out of them. ]