[Out of habit, Cheyenne shrinks away when Lina sits next to her. She knows the effect her touch has on other people, giving people chills and filling their minds with negative thoughts. It wouldn't do to cause such a thing for someone trying to help her.]
Of course. [A small frown.] ...you do not need to touch me to do so, do you?
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Of course. [A small frown.] ...you do not need to touch me to do so, do you?