[ The slightly cooler air in the room makes for a contrast with the warmth of their bodies, and the intimate contact on Chall's skin draws a shaky breath from her. He might notice that she tenses when touched along her own scarred skin.
Her fingers tense against the back of Ibram's head, and the other slides up his arm to his shoulderblades, taking care not to be scratch the scars left by those many battles he had spoken of. ]