She froze, hand still raised, when he turned over in his slip. Oh.. he's still close. He's still asleep. Her hand drew back hesitantly - the desire to touch him was so tempting. He WAS asleep and he couldn't feel her touch so ... he wouldn't wake up, right?

She glanced around nervously, almost as if she were about to do something awful. Glancing back at him, she slowly let her hand inch forward a little closer to his face, almost holding her breath at the crackle from her thorns triggering when she gently touched his cheek with a finger.