[ The words help before the touch even happens; when it does, Fjord's lips part on a breath he didn't know he was holding and he looks at their hands where the warm pleasure is emanating from, like almost burning his skin with fresh wax but never enough to hurt. He blinks up at Caduceus wide-eyed, wondering if he feels it too, the same tingling sensation that Fjord first experienced on the street with an equally unwitting Sypha. ]
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... That's new.