Prompt: hands
Attor was silent, quietly marveling at how small his companion's hand looked as he held it in his. So small, so delicate - much like the owner. He sighed softly, moving slightly [just to make her a little more comfortable as she leaned against him, quietly dozing]. He didn't understand how she could feel so safe around him - especially when just a handful of days ago he tried to hurt her. He didn't understand how she could trust those hands that had hurt her so badly but he wasn't about to say anything, not daring to disturb this one moment of peace. Still, he thought, shifting again, he really wished he could move into a comfortable position and not wake her while doing so.