[ His gaze softens at the look of the shirt, a smile tugging at his lips as he carefully makes dressing him as easy as possible. And then he's being touched so readily, his eyes widening just a little as a soft almost-squeak-like sound slips free, followed by a startled laugh. Guess who's ticklish on the back of his thigh...
Aeryn is redder than ever as he quickly - but very gently - captures Wren's hand. Not to pull it away, granted. Instead, he's guiding it to his ankle, a faintly sheepish and shy smile on his lips. ]
Just a minor sprain. We don't have to hold things up for that if you think we should get moving quickly.
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Aeryn is redder than ever as he quickly - but very gently - captures Wren's hand. Not to pull it away, granted. Instead, he's guiding it to his ankle, a faintly sheepish and shy smile on his lips. ]
Just a minor sprain. We don't have to hold things up for that if you think we should get moving quickly.