[ She hesitates a little on taking his hand, but she does it, allows him to draw her in closer so he can get an arm around her, planted palm on the small of her back. She's never been this close to, well, anyone. Immediately claustrophobia sets in and she starts glancing anywhere but him, even as he tries to gesture and indicate for what she needs to do.
So when she follows his instruction and puts her hand on his shoulder, it's more of the outer part of his deltoid. She's trying not to let this get too close. It's a saga. They're not moving yet either, so it's really just like ... an embrace. How suffocating. She had not planned this well. Somehow, she'd imagined social dance. Room for the Raven in between them. ]
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So when she follows his instruction and puts her hand on his shoulder, it's more of the outer part of his deltoid. She's trying not to let this get too close. It's a saga. They're not moving yet either, so it's really just like ... an embrace. How suffocating. She had not planned this well. Somehow, she'd imagined social dance. Room for the Raven in between them. ]