[ every touch she gives feels as if it leaves a mark on his skin, and lotor is about to mention it when she leads him to the bed. to sit, and talk, and he dutifully follows, though he sits near her, shoulders nearly touching. a need to be near her, but she feels overwhelming, to him.

he runs his thumb over her knuckles idly. ]

For the most part. I did some basic exploration of the nearby buildings before I needed to return indoors.

[ it's a bit frustrating, to say the least - to be curtailed by something as simple as sunlight, but lotor shrugs his shoulders slightly. he feels . . . weaker, but also stronger. and an odd magic courses through him, now, ancient magic, an understanding of nature that he hadn't had before . . . but for now, lotor will focus on the real issue, which is sunlight. ]

You feel . . . [ it's hard to describe, really. and lotor casts around, searching for the word for a bit before finally settling on: ] Overwhelming. Not in a negative way, but I certainly feel your presence, when you touch me.