[Prickles followed in the wake of his touch, leaving her fingers twitching. She didn't move them away, though. Not when his touch made her heart beat a tiny bit faster. Maybe it was that they were fresh from a battle, which heated up the blood or that she'd been held up and away from even her companions as of late. If anyone knew that need for distance, it would be the fabled Champion of Kirkwall. Someone else with a heavy title and weary shoulders.]
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That count on what you're wanting from me.