[She always did wonder, and after a moment of gazing at him, she follows his line of sight down to the scales on his arm, and her fingers join his in brushing over them. Can he feel the warmth through them, too?]
They remind me a little of your lindworm form... the silvery white.
[She pauses, and lifts his hand to bring it to her face, her lips shyly brushing along the scales that remain. They feel cooler to the touch, and while they do scare her, they are still a part of him now.]
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[She always did wonder, and after a moment of gazing at him, she follows his line of sight down to the scales on his arm, and her fingers join his in brushing over them. Can he feel the warmth through them, too?]
They remind me a little of your lindworm form... the silvery white.
[She pauses, and lifts his hand to bring it to her face, her lips shyly brushing along the scales that remain. They feel cooler to the touch, and while they do scare her, they are still a part of him now.]
What do they feel like?