She hurried around the desk, going to put her hands on his arms. Touch was an intimate thing. And Diana herself often required it, when she was getting worked up. It calmed her. It grounded her. It reminded her that she was connected the world, to the people in it.
Penny might not respond as well, but she wasn't afraid of him.
"Eliot thinks it was an illusion. An image of him, drawn from his memories. Part of a spell that was affecting the City at large. We were able to take it down, whatever it was. And it hasn't been back."
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She hurried around the desk, going to put her hands on his arms. Touch was an intimate thing. And Diana herself often required it, when she was getting worked up. It calmed her. It grounded her. It reminded her that she was connected the world, to the people in it.
Penny might not respond as well, but she wasn't afraid of him.
"Eliot thinks it was an illusion. An image of him, drawn from his memories. Part of a spell that was affecting the City at large. We were able to take it down, whatever it was. And it hasn't been back."