Any number of gestures might have in that moment seemed appropriate or easy, but Padma had only instinct to guide her. It seemed to her that she walked a very fine line with Anthony, rarely certain if a precipice lie on either side waiting for one misstep to send her, or the pair of them, careening into the black.
She put his hand to her cheek because he would not, a thought spared and slipping immediately away for their duties, the compromising nature of their position.