[ Caleb is about to slide back around the other way again when Jester's arm wraps secure as an iron bar around him, anchoring him to her side. His sort of pathetic grip on the bar hardly matters, at this point; Jester is doing better than he had with just one hand.
It's one thing to know Jester is strong, but another entirely to feel it. ]
Okay, just--
[ Her face is right there, and whatever he'd been about to say gets caught in his throat. It's impossible to look at anything else, especially when looking at anything else makes him vaguely queasy. ]
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It's one thing to know Jester is strong, but another entirely to feel it. ]
Okay, just--
[ Her face is right there, and whatever he'd been about to say gets caught in his throat. It's impossible to look at anything else, especially when looking at anything else makes him vaguely queasy. ]
Don't let go, I'll fly away.