"My hand?"
Haru stared at Seline.
'Wait. Did she notice me absorbing her mana or something?'
'Shit.'
Before he could come up with an excuse, Seline reached for his hand again.
Her fingers brushed against his palm, tracing the roughened skin with surprising care. Her touch was light, almost absent-minded, but her attention was entirely focused on the small details beneath her fingertips.
Haru felt a strange ticklish sensation.
Not because her touch hurt, but because he wasn't used to someone examining his hand so closely.
Seline moved her thumb across the base of his fingers, then examined the calluses along his palm.
"Specific calluses…"
She turned his hand slightly, studying the distribution of the hardened skin.
"This is the wrist that hurts, isn't it?"
"Yeah…"
"You practise swordsmanship."
It wasn't a question.
Haru blinked.
'That's it!?'
