( 16 ) It’s muscle memory, how our fingers find our way.

[baronetess]

( Integra is trying her best to relax, truly. Blindfold covering her eyes, Iri's strings lovingly caressing the curves of her body, feeling a particular anxiousness when she feels Irisviel take her place on the bed beside her. For all her training, her ability to mentally block abuse or threats, it's the care and attention Iri gave her that made her heart flutter, her knees buckle, her cheeks swell. Being vulnerable simply wasn't something she knew how to do.

But she did want to make Iri happy. Or rather, she supposed Iri was dead set on making her open up while they were alone. Which would serve to make her happy. So despite everything, really, she was willing to submit to her whims. tilting her head once the weight had settled. )

You've been concerned about me.

( A blunt, but otherwise neutral statement. She never quite knew how to navigate these situations, speaking to her as a means to break the awkwardness of it all. )