You let out a shaky, nervous breath, as Lottie comes over and sits down with you on her own bed — one with a very soft material that they chose to put over, so having two people seated on it wouldn't be an issue. The taller girl's deep, brown eyes stared into your own, she kept her distance between the two of you.

She trusts you enough to do this. Look at how she gazes at you with such intensity..

"Your hands." She states softly, directly as she offers her own. You stare at her, confused for a moment. "Give me your hands, I'll.. I'll guide them." With enough clarity in your situation, you blink twice — before giving your hands into Lottie's soft, dainty ones.

She brings them up, up, up.. to the crown of her head, where there's seemingly nothing there other than the strands of her impossibly dark hair framing around her face. You felt your fingers press into some sturdy, slightly waxy material — oh, it's her..

"Do you feel them now?" Lottie's quiet, controlled voice, breaks you out of your daze upon being in contact with her antlers. They could not be seen by the naked eye, but they were there.