[b]Her boots crunch through fallen leaves as she moves directly in front of him. Clearly she was dwarfed, an already tiny girl next to an enormous man, yet she, likely, had enough ambient ability to impress him, which was her goal whenever meeting new people. It was more like a [i]need[/i] to find approval, from even complete strangers. Most, however, regarded her as annoying, but much more hateful things came behind her back, for the most part. She takes his hands gently with a slightly happy smile at having such a chance. Within the area between her own smooth palms and his marred hands attains a crimson glow, a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading over them. Pain numbs and subsequently fades as the feeling just like a warm shower after a hard day, a feeling of relief, takes over instead of the feeling of maimed limbs. Quickly, the bleeding stops, the wounds start to close themselves, the skin looks as if it couldn't be any more perfected. In seconds, it's as if it never happened, yet a lingering feeling of warmth stays.[/b]