[She goes still, this time not in fear but from abrupt shyness, and her cheeks flush once again at the invasion of space and the slide of his fingers over hers. A small part of her can't deny that he's very handsome, even if he unsettles her (and perhaps in some way, because he unsettles her), and she's always been susceptible to gestures like this. It's tempting to apologize again, just out of force of habit, but apologizing for apologizing too much is ridiculous, and she clamps down on the words before they can escape her lips, forcing her racing thoughts into a question instead.]
you cannot map the ways of divinity;
But aren't you cold...?