Kaidy is laughing softly as she pulls away, her grey-hazy eyes still watching him as she takes another pull from her own mug.

He has pretty skin, smooth and warm and pale under the fluctuating blush; soft and unblemished where hers is calloused; paintbrush-flicked with freckles rather than scarred or tattooed. She's tempted to reach out and touch again, but maybe not before he's finished that tea, unfortunately.