She leaned into his touch, her eyes watching him thoughtfully before she straightened up. ”Zerras,” she began tentatively, “what’s cuddling?”
She nodded, holding his hands in hers. Her expression was earnest and innocent, and she tilted her head curiously. “Yes. Cuddling. Poppy mentioned it when we were traveling with them.” She paused before her expression grew disturbed. “It’s not... gross, is it?”
He rubbed the back of his neck with a frown. "It's like hugging while laying down, sorta. Or being close to each other while laying down."
She seemed to recede a little, standing up and shaking her head. “It’s alright, Z,” she said gently. “I can figure it out myself.”
She seemed uncomfortable, slipping on her cloak. “I won’t be long,” she said gently. Her face softened and she leaned down, kissing his hair. “And when I come back, I’ll have had a vision and learned what cuddling is. You’ll be so proud.”
She laughed, squinting at him playfully. “Are you jealous?” she teased. “You won’t teach me what cuddling is, so why would you get mad at someone who will?”
She tilted her head playfully, reaching out and trying to coax his arms apart. “I’m a tactile learner.”
She blinked up at him before sitting in front of him. “Z, I’m not very experienced,” she admitted. “I don’t know a lot of things about good relationships. I’m embarrassed when asking about things that I should know.” She shook her head. “Especially with you.”
"You shouldn't be embarrassed to ask," he said with a frown. "I'm more understanding than you think."
She raised an eyebrow before looking away. “You just... I don’t know. You seemed shocked that I didn’t know. That felt kind of bad...”
She took his hands, pulling them up gently. She slowly, but meticulously began kissing his knuckles. “Don’t apologize,” she murmured. “It is silly that I don’t know.”
