[He has no idea what he's doing. She knows that. He couldn't possibly fathom the results of his curious exploration. All he could know is that when he touches her scar, she reacts. So when he does it again, she makes a noise, that she cuts off before it could be labeled anything like a moan. She snatches his wrist, pulling his hand away from the tender spot.]
Stop. Stop.
[If she were alive, one could say she was breathless. It certainly might sound similar. But the effect only comes when she speaks. This is less a physical reaction and more a psychological one. Still, she needs to close her eyes, gather herself, recover her composure.]
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Stop. Stop.
[If she were alive, one could say she was breathless. It certainly might sound similar. But the effect only comes when she speaks. This is less a physical reaction and more a psychological one. Still, she needs to close her eyes, gather herself, recover her composure.]