Such a creature she was, he need for attention and touch had been so great that she often retracted from it in case she were to go even longer without it. Damien's soft, lulling voice was easy on her ears, holding no agitation or malice in his words or tone. He even offered to let her touch him, to feel another human.
God, it had been so long since someone touched her at all.
"I feel grateful." Merope sighed, her hand moved to his forearm pulling up his sleeve so her delicate, cold hand touched his warm skin. "I'm ugly, I don't know why. --" Merope paused, rubbing her cheek against his palm, losing train of thought,"It's been a long time since anyone touched me." A tense sigh.