Urag carefully wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb, his movements tender ..
He then pinched the tip of her nose lightly, a playful gesture he used to do when they were children.
Eiravyne couldn't stop the faint tremble that ran through her as he leaned in closer, his nose brushing softly against her skin.
He started just below her cheek, his breath warm against her ear, moving up her jaw, then along her neck, teasing her with his closeness in a way that was too soothing.
His hand moved gently through her hair, fingers running through the soft strands.
The sensation of his touch grounded her, the playful teasing mixing with his underlying care, as if he was trying to weave away the remnants of her distress, piece by piece.
She felt his breath against her skin as he continued his gentle assault, moving from her neck back to her ear, then down to the curve of her shoulder.
He didn't rush. Didn't press her. Instead, he let the moments stretch between them.
