She squeezes her shoulder firmly but leaves it there. Because oh, how she knows that look. It has stared at her many times, mirror reflections that hide never so much as one could want.
Her hand drops, her head tilts, eyes sliding away from that gaze. Going back to straightening the pallu that hangs over her shoulder. Fixing the extra material to be neat and drape appropriately with the weight of itself to hold it in place. Smoothing it down and around her body with that deftness still.
It's when she's done that she steps away, letting her look again. "There, it brings out your eyes wonderfully I think."
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She squeezes her shoulder firmly but leaves it there. Because oh, how she knows that look. It has stared at her many times, mirror reflections that hide never so much as one could want.
Her hand drops, her head tilts, eyes sliding away from that gaze. Going back to straightening the pallu that hangs over her shoulder. Fixing the extra material to be neat and drape appropriately with the weight of itself to hold it in place. Smoothing it down and around her body with that deftness still.
It's when she's done that she steps away, letting her look again. "There, it brings out your eyes wonderfully I think."