Snuggle. "And I--want to know you better."

"Hmm?"

"You've been so nice."

"I've been - adequate. In a sea of inadequacy," he says, hugging her some more. "I aspire to better than that."

"Yeah. I--want to give you the chance to do so."

Snuggle. "Sounds like a plan."

Snuggle. 

"So, you said you're a painter, what do Kemar and Izaneth do?"

"Combat instructor," says Kemar. "And Izaneth's a sculptor and architect."

"Combat instructor?"

"I used to fight a lot when I was younger. Got good enough to teach it."

"Could you teach me?"

He smiles. "Yeah."

"Thank you."

He laughs and hugs her.

Hugs! Snuggly hugs.

Mmmmm, cozy.

Cozy cuddlepile.

"This is so nice," she sighs. "I'm really glad I'm as good at keeping things separate as I am."

"Yeah. I'm - glad I can help you." Snuggle.

Snuggle. "It would really suck if I couldn't stand to be touched."

Nod. Pet pet.

Snuggle. "And when I asked you to--and you--it was good. I don't think normally--but it was good."

"I'm glad of that too," he murmurs, snuggling her.

"They're not going to think you took advantage of me, are they?"

"I'd hope not."