[A small sigh of relief answered him back, and her shoulders sank down, slacking up from the former tension. It eased the position of her fingertips down the slightest bit. Nill had to wonder if the Archbishop could tell if she was smiling, even without having to look at her face.
He was right this time.
To emphasize, she gently pushed at his hand down ('Excuse me, Archbishop...') so that the top of his palm rested comfortably on the mattress of the hospital bed. Then she pressed her fingertip against his open palm, moving it around and leaving the slightest tickle behind as she went--like a paintbrush. It was a familiar shape, if he thought about it, and tried to picture it in his head.
Y. E. S.
'Yes.'
She paused, waiting to see if he understood. And leaning forward to examine the bandages around his head more closely without him noticing. '...Archbishop, you didn't try to loosen them, did you?']
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He was right this time.
To emphasize, she gently pushed at his hand down ('Excuse me, Archbishop...') so that the top of his palm rested comfortably on the mattress of the hospital bed. Then she pressed her fingertip against his open palm, moving it around and leaving the slightest tickle behind as she went--like a paintbrush. It was a familiar shape, if he thought about it, and tried to picture it in his head.
Y. E. S.
'Yes.'
She paused, waiting to see if he understood. And leaning forward to examine the bandages around his head more closely without him noticing. '...Archbishop, you didn't try to loosen them, did you?']