[Ellie swallows back the lump in her throat, the sticky-sweetness of the strawberry, watching Glimmer's eyes, the way she's holding herself.
Nothing Ellie can say will change the situation for her, but- with a slow breath, she lays her hand, palm-up and bare, on the table between them. Her fingers curl somewhat upward, relaxed.
It's a silent, but overt offer. For touch. For sharing emotions -- and hell, if she wants to, even the memories.]
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Nothing Ellie can say will change the situation for her, but- with a slow breath, she lays her hand, palm-up and bare, on the table between them. Her fingers curl somewhat upward, relaxed.
It's a silent, but overt offer. For touch. For sharing emotions -- and hell, if she wants to, even the memories.]