Re: Iris' bedroom "Gray"/Iris
[She hadn't lifted her gaze again, and so the appearance of his hand startled her. But his touch was warm over her fingers, her wrist, even if the action of placing a hand so low over her stomach seemed strange and foreign. And yet, there was something very small and very quiet beginning to spark in the very back of her mind. Still small and quiet and distant enough to ignore. But there. And in the next breath she shook her head, gaze still down.] You are still human. You can still be hurt.
[She didn't move far, just trying to sit up straighter, and she finally looked at him as she began to miss his hand over hers after just a second. Her next words were whispered, as if they were a secret instead of an obvious truth.] I don't know what that is. What I'm supposed to be. ["What", not "who".]