She could swear her brain didn't give her hand any kind of order, but she's already reaching for Harrow's face before she knows it. Gideon's hand, calloused and strong, isn't used to being gentle, but she tries anyway as she wipes her thumb over the smudge of makeup just under Harrow's eye, cleaning it up as much as she can.
It doesn't really help. She steps back, feeling jittery and anxious and like she would really prefer to just be attacked by someone with swords instead of hands so she no longer has time to think about what she's doing. "Okay."
She slips her dark glasses on, and waits for Harrow to go first. "Lead the way."
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She could swear her brain didn't give her hand any kind of order, but she's already reaching for Harrow's face before she knows it. Gideon's hand, calloused and strong, isn't used to being gentle, but she tries anyway as she wipes her thumb over the smudge of makeup just under Harrow's eye, cleaning it up as much as she can.
It doesn't really help. She steps back, feeling jittery and anxious and like she would really prefer to just be attacked by someone with swords instead of hands so she no longer has time to think about what she's doing. "Okay."
She slips her dark glasses on, and waits for Harrow to go first. "Lead the way."