[ At touch, her heat dials down further; never quite low enough to be mistaken for a healthy human's temperature, but now it only seems like fever, rather than the billowing heat from an open oven. Her arms settle against his back, chin to his shoulder. Like always, he's cold...
She closes her eyes, relaxing. Even like that, it's still Yuya. Everything will be fine. ]
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[ At touch, her heat dials down further; never quite low enough to be mistaken for a healthy human's temperature, but now it only seems like fever, rather than the billowing heat from an open oven. Her arms settle against his back, chin to his shoulder. Like always, he's cold...
She closes her eyes, relaxing. Even like that, it's still Yuya. Everything will be fine. ]