[Breaking contact with him for only a moment, she lightly flails her arm in the vague direction of where she thinks the fire is and curls her fingers into a grasping motion, sweeping it back in a clumsy and scattered pulling motion. It's the right sort of movement, recognizably so, but with absolutely no focused intent behind it, there's no magic — just a shift of the arm.
Which is probably a very good thing, so that she's not pulling fire around and throwing it places in her sleep.
When her arm comes back again, it lightly thunks against his chest instead of his shoulder, and she frowns a little while she feels around, making sleepy appraisal of the body beneath her fingers until she sort of figures out what it is she's touching.]
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[Breaking contact with him for only a moment, she lightly flails her arm in the vague direction of where she thinks the fire is and curls her fingers into a grasping motion, sweeping it back in a clumsy and scattered pulling motion. It's the right sort of movement, recognizably so, but with absolutely no focused intent behind it, there's no magic — just a shift of the arm.
Which is probably a very good thing, so that she's not pulling fire around and throwing it places in her sleep.
When her arm comes back again, it lightly thunks against his chest instead of his shoulder, and she frowns a little while she feels around, making sleepy appraisal of the body beneath her fingers until she sort of figures out what it is she's touching.]
I helped.
[She pronounces, tentative but satisfied.]