[ There's a shiver up his spine, and a part of him wants to put a hand on the back of her neck and pull her close, protective. The other part wants to rip apart whatever it is that made such a small girl so incredibly sad. He does neither of these things; instead, his hand lifts to touch a strang of her hair. His hand is rough and callused, but her hair is soft between his fingers. ]
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You look fine to me.