As she felt awkward then...
Dila's thoughts were still tangled when suddenly, Jade reached forward. His hand moved gently, without force, as if to offer comfort. He extended it toward her right hand, which was still pressed over the plate against her chest.
But the moment his fingers brushed close, Dila's body reacted before her mind could catch up. She stepped back sharply, her blue eyes flashing wide, and with a swift motion she slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me!" Her voice rang out, sharp and edged with something far heavier than irritation. Her eyes widened further, almost trembling, as if the mere contact had left her disgusted... tainted.
The entire canteen seemed to freeze. Fran gasped softly, startled, her plate wobbling in her hands as her ears drooped low, her tail curling close to her legs. Her bright expression dimmed instantly into worry as she stared at her sister, too shocked to move.
