[Ah yes. The tense silence is about as uncomfortable as Maria imagined it would be. Still, she stays where she is for now. She still doesn't invite Ashe any closer, but when she feels the hesitant warmth of fingers against her arm, she also does not pull away.
Instead, she closes her own eyes. Ashe needs tactile feedback, she needs tactile comfort, Maria has come to learn. Even though Maria's not really in the mood to give any, that little bit... it should be alright.
And maybe, just maybe, that little contact is assuring in its own way to her, as well. It's assurance there's still someone there.
The next thing she knows, it's morning, and there is the scent of breakfast cooking on the air. So maybe she was going to fall asleep again. Even if it was only for a little while.]
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Instead, she closes her own eyes. Ashe needs tactile feedback, she needs tactile comfort, Maria has come to learn. Even though Maria's not really in the mood to give any, that little bit... it should be alright.
And maybe, just maybe, that little contact is assuring in its own way to her, as well. It's assurance there's still someone there.
The next thing she knows, it's morning, and there is the scent of breakfast cooking on the air. So maybe she was going to fall asleep again. Even if it was only for a little while.]