[She doesn't pull away from the touch - truth be told, she wants it as much as he does. But being the one who's doing better has never been easy for her - it's not a role she's used to, and particularly here, she's worried about pushing things too far.

As she rests, shoulder to shoulder with him, She reaches her hand up, tracing the ridge of his spine lightly. There's the briefest pause, a slight tensing of muscles in anticipation as his questing fingers reach the edge of the half-healed scar, but she relaxes again when there's no pain.]

Don't blame yourself, Shun.