[She let go of him right away. He feels thin and barely-there in her arms but Carlisle has never truly scared her, never made her feel like he would hurt her, and she hugs him like she would hug a trusted friend.
For a moment, the young woman presses her forehead to the centre of his chest. She's small enough that she barely comes up that high as it is, but she closes her eyes for a moment then looks up at him with one of those small scowls on her face.]
Have you been practicing to control it, or practicing to stop it happening?
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[She let go of him right away. He feels thin and barely-there in her arms but Carlisle has never truly scared her, never made her feel like he would hurt her, and she hugs him like she would hug a trusted friend.
For a moment, the young woman presses her forehead to the centre of his chest. She's small enough that she barely comes up that high as it is, but she closes her eyes for a moment then looks up at him with one of those small scowls on her face.]
Have you been practicing to control it, or practicing to stop it happening?