“Heh, you should see me jump,” he says with a bashful rub at the back of his neck with his free hand, color at his face revived minutely.

As soon as he feels the tap at his hand, she can feel a small jolt of recognition from within his muscle holding her in a twitch. He slowly lowers her from his shoulder and bows to put his elbow back to the blanket surface to let her scoot off. Rising back up straight, he rolls over to side sit to face her only to have his hands taken before he can find them a place to settle. His fingers curl to wrap around her smaller hands and he smiles as she begins to reassure him. The smile drops into mild surprise at her expectation of him harnessing the strength for something greater, and his cheeks flare as bright as before as he looks downward, “...I can’t imagine what I’d need it for, but I suppose it’s possible.”