Would You Still Choose To Stay?

Part 3

The first time she'd held her hand, it had been that hand and Magna had flinched, flushing with anger at herself a second later. Miko had pretended not to notice, had kept it there, loose enough for her to slip out of, but firm another to be reassuring, her thumb starting up a pattern against skin, running over those dots like they were little more than freckles. And eventually Magna had settled into it, trying hard not to think about how long it had been since anyone had dared to reach out in such a way, and how much longer it had been since she'd let them.