[Lina's hand stops, her touch becoming feather-light when she feels Jen tense. it's not what she wants to happen. she doesn't want this to be bad, to be uncomfortable. she—lets out a breath. okay. things are okay. and Jen is even okay enough to make a joke about it, and that's what brings the smile back to Lina's face. after the realization does hit her that everything's okay, she returns to the same idle trails she'd been drawing. though maybe they're a little less idle now.]

I just wanted to make sure. It's silly, right? [a soft puff of air from her nose.] We've done so much with each other and I'm still worried about touching this?

[it's not something Lina could ever know for herself. not unless she somehow ended up in Jen's body, which would just be absurd.]