Turning her head when Mitch spoke again, peering closely as he opened the jar, as if trying to memeorise the technique for future reference. In Morana's mentality, learning was very important, so she took a lot of focus whenever faced with something she was unfamiliar with.
"Ah, I s-see." she nodded, tilting her head, eyes wide as she looked at the spoon being held out. She stared a little longer, before slowly reaching out, in a cautious fashion.
It wasn't that she didn't want to attempt the task. Placing the 'jam' on the 'bread' seemed a rather interesting concept, and she trusted Mitch. She liked him, she would admit that, and that's probably what made her a bit skittish.
There was an off chance...she might...touch him by accident in taking the spoon...what if something bad happened to him?
It was another huge taboo to overcome. After all, to the Lykke Clan, touching Morana would be like contracting some awful uncurable disease, she was filty, cursed! Subconsciously, her other hand gripped the material of her skirt in shame.
Metatron said coming into contact would be safe, but skin on skin? This was risky...