Hera jolts when he touches her. She's not sure why - it's like being abruptly woken from a dream.
But she doesn't move away. Instead, she turns back, lowering her hand from her face. She doesn't look up at him, but she keeps stepping toward him, like she'll walk into him, a silent signal of permission for him to reach for her again.
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But she doesn't move away. Instead, she turns back, lowering her hand from her face. She doesn't look up at him, but she keeps stepping toward him, like she'll walk into him, a silent signal of permission for him to reach for her again.