[Her talk seems to put him at ease somewhat, though whether or not he actually understands what she's saying is up to interpretation. He does creep a little closer, and two little tendrils reach out from near the covers of the bed. They touch her ankles tentatively, and it's perhaps not as bad as she imagined. He feels strangely firm, even looking like nothing more than shadows, and his touch is warm and bizarrely tingly.
As he touches her, he seems to gain more courage. They slide up her legs, and a few more tendrils reach out as he looms closer to touch her arms as well. Soon there are half a dozen of them, grazing her skin and gently slipping beneath the fabric of her robe.
The sight is quite frightening, to say the least, but the touch is anything but.]
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As he touches her, he seems to gain more courage. They slide up her legs, and a few more tendrils reach out as he looms closer to touch her arms as well. Soon there are half a dozen of them, grazing her skin and gently slipping beneath the fabric of her robe.
The sight is quite frightening, to say the least, but the touch is anything but.]