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[chichichi]

[ She doesn't quite realize the tension that melts from her bodily as he speaks. That she's been holding her breath, how she lights up, the heat from cheeks tinged pink well before his thumb brushes her feather with such emotion and pink blossoms into a fine shade of red. She hadn't imagined this and that "thank you," she... can't quite hear over heart thundering in her ears.

She certainly doesn't realize the red that seems to shoot from his fingertips through the feather he's touching and create a distinct highlight in her tresses, settling in the same red as his hair.

Her words? She finds them, glancing down to her satchel rather than moving and breaking that contact. ]

Don't thank me just yet. I have something else for you.