Naethra winced as Red touched her, unused and unaccustomed to physical contact. But she couldn't push the other tiefling away. She reached out to grab one of Red's hands and squeezed it tightly.
Damnable lineages didn't really matter if you were damned by the eyes of your home. She shivered through the memory, Red's body a strong, grounding, warm presence.
She tried to control her breathing. She couldn't stop the tears, but truthfully, she didn't want to.