Ah-- [It's partially the leftover adrenaline, and partially the surprise of the motion, but Nunnally jumps a tiny bit as he reaches out. Her hands begin to reach up to intercept his own, but she forcefully shoves them back into her lap. It's a sign of trust, despite her instinct. As he examines her face she looks up and to the side, a bit uncomfortable]
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Is there... something on my face?