[ She pulls her hands back from their side at last. That springtime warmth doesn't entirely fade but it's less direct now – a warm patch of shade rather than direct sunlight.
Once again, Sakura clasps one hand in the other and visibly hesitates. ]
I'll... have to touch your face now. Is that okay?
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[ She pulls her hands back from their side at last. That springtime warmth doesn't entirely fade but it's less direct now – a warm patch of shade rather than direct sunlight.
Once again, Sakura clasps one hand in the other and visibly hesitates. ]
I'll... have to touch your face now. Is that okay?