[ Judith doesn't so much as flinch; as he'd thought, she trusts him, and the slightest brush of a finger is a comforting one. He has very soothing hands, as expected.
Her head dips slightly as her eyes slip closed, and she hums under her breath. ]
You'd think so, but I'm not sweet enough for their tastes.
[ Any mosquito who tried to munch on Judith usually regretted it, anyway. Her reflexes didn't just apply to battles. ]
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Her head dips slightly as her eyes slip closed, and she hums under her breath. ]
You'd think so, but I'm not sweet enough for their tastes.
[ Any mosquito who tried to munch on Judith usually regretted it, anyway. Her reflexes didn't just apply to battles. ]