[ when she does cup his hands, for a moment she just intakes a breath, like a shiver. part of this is testing herself--it doesn't seem like another echo will be triggered, now. allumette can't help but be thankful. if memories here are so powerful, she needs to be more in control of her powers. she focuses on his hands, however, scooting to the edge of her bed. her own hands are very rough and calloused, scarred everywhere. it seems only the tips of her fingers are actually soft. deep scars are at the palms of her hands.

and of course--they're about half the size of kaneis' hands, maybe smaller. ]

You've found yourself doing work without your gloves, I see. You're a gladiator, aren't you--a man who holds a sword or dagger, we call them gladiators, in my world.

Work was not much of a lifestyle, was it?