[Fey]

Laughing Tal leaned into her back and tucked her hair behind her ears, before he recalled he didn't have to say it, he could think it. I'd hate to pounce on you, then promptly fall asleep. The joys of being fully aware of you, but too tired to see anything through.

Setting his hands to her shoulders he stared kneading them, and working his way down her arms. His fingers pressed and rubbed down her upper arms to forearms, then took the time to treat both her hands to the same. He'd learned long ago that hands were 'forgotten' when giving someone a massage and that it was often where they most stress could do the most harm.