She's not expecting it, and without time to prepare can't stop herself from making a tiny, sore sound in the back of her throat. It's like he found a bruise or bone fracture and decided to really lean his weight into it, instead of just a featherlight brush of his knuckles across her cheek.

"I'm okay." She's frozen, watching him with huge eyes gone dark and dilated, and she doesn't dare move in case he takes his hand away. Every instinct is shouting at her to push forward, every logical thought reminds her to stay back. "I told you, I just...didn't sleep very well."

Her throat bobs as she swallows, and she gives herself this, just turns her head a little into his touch. "Can I ask a follow-up question?"