She was troubled enormously by his unshakeable grip.
That even when her slim and delicate fingers moved to slide away, Zeleskiaz's reluctance to heed attention to her attempt, caused Marianne to resist any further intention after a few tries.
Falling resigned. As she kept glancing at the composed man with shut lids that did not appear conscious of her wishes, for he had feigned slumber to make her give up the retrieval of her limb.
'How come he fell asleep so soon?!? Wasn't he supposed to entertain me??... Are our movements so unnoticeable???? I did my best trying... but he didn't– his hand didn't even move a millimetre...'
Unsettlement had subsided once she thought the man was not conscious. And so, as she figured no escape would come unless he woke, Marianne moved her hand again. This time wishing to grasp his palm better... To find the comfort her resistance had robbed their linked hands.
