Eiravyne's shyness was palpable as she lay in Ilkar's arms.
Her body was tense, her muscles tight with the unfamiliarity of such closeness.
Every breath she took was shallow, her chest rising and falling with a nervous rhythm that she couldn't quite control.
She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, a blush spreading across her face.
She felt so grateful when he just stopped talking and went back to his sleep .
Her fingers trembled slightly as she shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position without disturbing his sleep.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes darting nervously .
There was no way Eiravyne could sleep in this situation.
She was not used to physical touches, having always been kept at a distance by her family.
Every time she received or gave a touch, she was acutely aware of it, as if her body was reminding her that she was stepping far outside her comfort zone.
