[ Ilde's soft brown lashes lower, eyes closing, still and patient like a child courting a butterfly to land. She has no expectation, no demand from all this. For all her talk of love and kisses, she is overall chaste. Had Angel merely fluttered at her cheek it would have been more than enough. All of this was for affection and closeness, comfort and care.
She strokes the side of Angel's face, tilting her head forward and down in order to place her lips at her forehead, a physical gesture that this needn't be such a tribulation at all. ]
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She strokes the side of Angel's face, tilting her head forward and down in order to place her lips at her forehead, a physical gesture that this needn't be such a tribulation at all. ]
( You have been a good companion to me. )