[ She's allowed to. Maybe Tsuruno hasn't quite registered what her hand's doing, beyond taking some of the bottles, but nonetheless, it's contact.
She's warm to the touch, warmer than most people, but. Phoenix. And maybe a little warmer than her usual, but not alarmingly hot. But there's disorientation from the dizziness, a warm concern that accompanies the acknowledgment that this is a good friend, but twisted beneath all of that is a deep, weary guilt and sorrow and frustration-- not directed at Ritsuka, and it's just a flash of it, something always present but very rarely breaking free. ]
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She's warm to the touch, warmer than most people, but. Phoenix. And maybe a little warmer than her usual, but not alarmingly hot. But there's disorientation from the dizziness, a warm concern that accompanies the acknowledgment that this is a good friend, but twisted beneath all of that is a deep, weary guilt and sorrow and frustration-- not directed at Ritsuka, and it's just a flash of it, something always present but very rarely breaking free. ]