[Soft. Sincere. She can't help but tilt her head against his palm, letting him take the weight in more ways than one. Her own small, slim hand rests against the back of his, her other one slipping up to cradle his wrist. It wasn't much. It wasn't being held by Red, or leaning against Ben's back when he meditated- but it was enough.]
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[Soft. Sincere. She can't help but tilt her head against his palm, letting him take the weight in more ways than one. Her own small, slim hand rests against the back of his, her other one slipping up to cradle his wrist. It wasn't much. It wasn't being held by Red, or leaning against Ben's back when he meditated- but it was enough.]