I wasn't suggesting you burn me by mistake, so I think we understand each other.

[ Saya is happy to hang onto his hand until he retracts his. He's touch-starved clearly, whether in the literal sense of Ellipsa or in the metaphorical sense. And she'll never be scared of reaching out to someone in whatever way they'll accept her. ]

And I have no intention of flinching.

[ She gives his hand a small squeeze to punctuate her words. ] It feels better, doesn't it? Even more so the more contact there is.