[ She can't help but sound pleased. The lipstick is gone, but Hilda is cheeky enough, bold enough, to keep her hand lingering there when she feels Ciri lean into her touch. Her thumb brushes against the apple of Ciri's cheek where all that remains is her own blush before pulling away a beat later. ]
The last thing I'd want to do is embarrass you.
[ A small lie; she enjoys being an instigator of embarrassment when it's harmless. ]
But honestly, I'm glad you didn't hate it. My backup plan was that if it didn't work, at least we still had the dancing to look forward to.
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[ She can't help but sound pleased. The lipstick is gone, but Hilda is cheeky enough, bold enough, to keep her hand lingering there when she feels Ciri lean into her touch. Her thumb brushes against the apple of Ciri's cheek where all that remains is her own blush before pulling away a beat later. ]
The last thing I'd want to do is embarrass you.
[ A small lie; she enjoys being an instigator of embarrassment when it's harmless. ]
But honestly, I'm glad you didn't hate it. My backup plan was that if it didn't work, at least we still had the dancing to look forward to.