Of course. I just had to be sure you didn't forget yourself...
[She turns around, and approaches him — and while she tries to keep a small, respectful distance, there's no way to do this without intruding into his personal space. At least it's behind him and out of sight, so it won't be quite as easy for him to tell. Maybe still easy, if his senses are hyperaware of what's happening, or his imagination starts running wild...]
[She pours a generous handful of the oil once again, and then starts to apply it to the surface of the scar. At first, she merely spreads it across the skin with the palm itself, but then switches to massaging it into the tough, smooth tissue with the tips of her fingers. And while it starts more in the center of the gash, as the surface becomes saturated she moves towards the outer edges of the scar to make sure the excess oil doesn't go to waste.]
no subject
[She turns around, and approaches him — and while she tries to keep a small, respectful distance, there's no way to do this without intruding into his personal space. At least it's behind him and out of sight, so it won't be quite as easy for him to tell. Maybe still easy, if his senses are hyperaware of what's happening, or his imagination starts running wild...]
[She pours a generous handful of the oil once again, and then starts to apply it to the surface of the scar. At first, she merely spreads it across the skin with the palm itself, but then switches to massaging it into the tough, smooth tissue with the tips of her fingers. And while it starts more in the center of the gash, as the surface becomes saturated she moves towards the outer edges of the scar to make sure the excess oil doesn't go to waste.]
... well? Are you feeling anything yet?