An itching helplessness started making itself known to her again. She'd felt it on and off in various degrees since first realizing that she'd been pulled away from her world. Their world. She rubbed the inside of his arm with her thumb when he winked at her, but her eyes had gone dark and fathomless.
It was probably a mistake to remind Nanshe that she was a captive. Uncharacteristic anger had been her answer at first, followed closely by escapism in one of the only ways she could pull it off: escaping into him. Her hand tightened on his arm and she glanced around the room furtively.