[While she may not reply verbally, she does nod in thanks, pulling the blanket over herself. Ai Thao is avoiding his gaze by casting her eyes to her covered feet.
When she does speak up, the question isn't what might be expected.]
... Does it hurt?
[She moves to put her hand over her own heart, indicating that she was talking about his.]
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[While she may not reply verbally, she does nod in thanks, pulling the blanket over herself. Ai Thao is avoiding his gaze by casting her eyes to her covered feet.
When she does speak up, the question isn't what might be expected.]
... Does it hurt?
[She moves to put her hand over her own heart, indicating that she was talking about his.]
Here. Does it hurt here?