Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
He could feel the tightening of her muscles beneath his grasp, torn between the instincts to overpower the response or back off entirely, but as Lena pulled away from his touch, Zavien got the sense that it would only get worse if he recruited more strength. She confirmed his suspicions as she continued to wilt under his touch, her polite criticism making him pause and feel quite bashful by his failed initial attempt. "Oh, sorry." Because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her or make the tension worse.
Letting out a sigh, he tried to blow out some of the extra strength, even going so far as to release her and flick out his hands. When he reached for Lena again, it was more cautious, trying to use less of his power and more of his perception as he gauged her response to the new efforts. His hands were gentle but still firm, although he pushed the knots less like a soldier grinding his blade and more like a dancer guiding their partner into the proper alignment. It felt better to him, but Zavien still tilted his head, scanning her face as he asked, "What about this?"
Letting out a sigh, he tried to blow out some of the extra strength, even going so far as to release her and flick out his hands. When he reached for Lena again, it was more cautious, trying to use less of his power and more of his perception as he gauged her response to the new efforts. His hands were gentle but still firm, although he pushed the knots less like a soldier grinding his blade and more like a dancer guiding their partner into the proper alignment. It felt better to him, but Zavien still tilted his head, scanning her face as he asked, "What about this?"
