[ Yenh looks at his hand, then up at him, and then to the immediate area. As she's casting her gaze around the pasture (and half expecting to see everyone she knows peeking up from the taller sections of remaining grass), Yenh untucks her skirt from where it bunched at her knees and lifts the edge—only enough to allow him a chance to slip his hand in under it. This seems like such a bad idea. But she has talked herself into giving him a chance to seduce her. ...Even if it feels like she has been holding his hand a little to reach this point. ]
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