Being with Morwenna, even Stuart's icy heart felt the warmth of being cherished.

Morwenna was shy and often nervous, but no matter how timid, she always expressed her thoughts openly and honestly.

Like now, she wanted to hold Stuart's hand.

Of course, if Stuart didn't agree, that would be the end of it.

Stuart remained silent.

Morwenna asked in a whisper, "May I?"

Still, Stuart didn't respond.

Morwenna figured Stuart's silence was his way of giving consent.

When their hands brushed lightly again, Morwenna grabbed Stuart's hand.

She didn't look at him, her eyes fixed ahead, her heart pounding wildly though she tried to appear calm.

They were holding hands! Morwenna

moment, Stuart withdrew his

paused, slightly disappointed, thinking Stuart might not want to hold hands after

didn't let it get her down. It's cool, she told herself, just

in her thoughts, she was startled by Stuart's voice, cool as the frost of a

heated up and she quickly swung her hands behind her to

Morwenna? You used to be so tough, and now you're nervous over holding hands? Then, in a swift move,

Morwenna's fingers twitched slightly.

hand, Stuart even squeezed her palm gently, finding it soft and small. He didn't hate

to himself, wondering if simply liking someone's spirit means

wouldn't mind engaging in this game of

had no other women in his life; keeping Morwenna around

these cold thoughts, while Morwenna,

thought this was a sign of progress in their

took Morwenna to a place

surveyed the area, cluttered with machine parts and barely any space

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