[ Kate rakes her hand back through her hair and tries to leave her eye alone, just touching gingerly at the edges of the bruise before knitting her fingers together in her lap. She makes no move to touch Johanna, no hand set on back or shoulder, as much as she'd sort of like to. But when she folds her legs up her knee rests against Johanna's calf through the blankets, a buffered but steady presence.
That's really all she does, not counting aloud again unless it seems like Johanna definitely needs it, staying silent to try to let her get herself together without making it more embarrassing. ]
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[ Kate rakes her hand back through her hair and tries to leave her eye alone, just touching gingerly at the edges of the bruise before knitting her fingers together in her lap. She makes no move to touch Johanna, no hand set on back or shoulder, as much as she'd sort of like to. But when she folds her legs up her knee rests against Johanna's calf through the blankets, a buffered but steady presence.
That's really all she does, not counting aloud again unless it seems like Johanna definitely needs it, staying silent to try to let her get herself together without making it more embarrassing. ]