Prim closed her eyes as he worked, knowing that the closeness was just because he was physically sawing something off her body. It didn't make it any easier for her to feel any safer around the larger male, but it was as it was -- she needed these cuffs off her wrists, the ones on her ankles she could come back for another day, those she could hide with her robes, these though? Every time she reached for something, or had to raise her arm a little too high, they showed, and even if she was in a city where selling people was no longer allowed, it didn't mean that someone wouldn't grab her and drag her along to a city where it was.
When the metal came away from her wrist, she paused, his fingers on her skin making her freeze a little, before she raised it up, rubbing the skin gently with her other hand for a moment, the sigh one of deep contentment that she could physically touch her own skin on her wrist without the moving of metal. How long had she needed to self-soothe by rubbing her thumb over the large strawberry shaped birthmark on her wrist, that had been covered, no matter what she had done to try and move the cuff, all the time by metal. Now she had access to it again, and it was immediate, thumb pressed into the birthmark, that rested in the "vee" the muscles of her arm made, the valley where the blue of a vein might be seen if the lights were bright enough, and they were never truly bright enough to see. It might have looked like she was trying to soothe the brief touch away, but in actuality, that touch had grounded her a little, made her certain that he wasn't going to cut her on purpose, wasn't going to suggest that she take her hand off to be free.
He was kind.
He wasn't going to hurt her, nor take her back to the slavers outside the city.
So in time, she looked up at him, and placed her now free hand in her lap, as she shifted to put her other hand up on the block, allowing him the moment to change out the saw blade, her head tilting a little as she watched him. She could see a bit of the thoughts there, now that the touch had confirmed for her that he was, in fact, a person she could be comfortable around. She nodded her head, to indicate she was ready, before she drew her lower lip between her teeth, worrying the skin there a roll or two, before she let the skin go and tried not to think about how she wanted to bolt as soon as she could. The living still made her nervous, and probably would for a long time, she had been in the realm of the dead for far too long at this point.
@Ashaad
When the metal came away from her wrist, she paused, his fingers on her skin making her freeze a little, before she raised it up, rubbing the skin gently with her other hand for a moment, the sigh one of deep contentment that she could physically touch her own skin on her wrist without the moving of metal. How long had she needed to self-soothe by rubbing her thumb over the large strawberry shaped birthmark on her wrist, that had been covered, no matter what she had done to try and move the cuff, all the time by metal. Now she had access to it again, and it was immediate, thumb pressed into the birthmark, that rested in the "vee" the muscles of her arm made, the valley where the blue of a vein might be seen if the lights were bright enough, and they were never truly bright enough to see. It might have looked like she was trying to soothe the brief touch away, but in actuality, that touch had grounded her a little, made her certain that he wasn't going to cut her on purpose, wasn't going to suggest that she take her hand off to be free.
He was kind.
He wasn't going to hurt her, nor take her back to the slavers outside the city.
So in time, she looked up at him, and placed her now free hand in her lap, as she shifted to put her other hand up on the block, allowing him the moment to change out the saw blade, her head tilting a little as she watched him. She could see a bit of the thoughts there, now that the touch had confirmed for her that he was, in fact, a person she could be comfortable around. She nodded her head, to indicate she was ready, before she drew her lower lip between her teeth, worrying the skin there a roll or two, before she let the skin go and tried not to think about how she wanted to bolt as soon as she could. The living still made her nervous, and probably would for a long time, she had been in the realm of the dead for far too long at this point.
Ready,as she could be, at least.
@Ashaad
08-18-2024, 12:57 PM
