[ Yuri blinks at him. The rueful look on her face is gone, replaced with an all-too honest surprise that makes her expression painfully easy to read. There's no fear – even after his outburst, she doesn't believe Dimitri would ever hurt her – but something else that, if you could believe it, looks almost like the warm bashful embarassment of a girl not used to receiving kind comments.
She swallows, hard enough to make her throat bob visibly. And then, slowly enough to draw her hand back if he flinches, Yuri reaches out and gently sets a hand on his arm. ]
... It's... alright. I don't mind. Even if it's... something improper... [ She swallows again. ] If it's from you, then that's fine.
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She swallows, hard enough to make her throat bob visibly. And then, slowly enough to draw her hand back if he flinches, Yuri reaches out and gently sets a hand on his arm. ]
... It's... alright. I don't mind. Even if it's... something improper... [ She swallows again. ] If it's from you, then that's fine.