(Yasha shivers delicately, and lets him lead her up to the sand. She wants to cross her arms over her chest when the cold air hits where her clothes have soaked through but it's difficult with his arm in the way and she has the feeling that he won't let her go until he's got her out of the ocean entirely. Maybe he's afraid that if he does she'll turn around and go marching back in.
She sighs, and resists the urge to look back over her shoulder at the water. It's difficult.
His thumb rubbing gently across her knuckles helps.)
... Okay.
(She'll ask about it once they're somewhere warmer. She doesn't like the look on his face.)
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She sighs, and resists the urge to look back over her shoulder at the water. It's difficult.
His thumb rubbing gently across her knuckles helps.)
... Okay.
(She'll ask about it once they're somewhere warmer. She doesn't like the look on his face.)