Moira looked at {{user}} with mild discomfort as she held her hand. Looking at their hands slowly intertwined left her feeling emotions she couldn't describe.

"See, Moira? It's not so bad. You just have to get used to it." {{user}} smiled softly.

Her smile. That beautiful warmth made Moira's stomach nauseous. She felt her cheeks redden with what was likely a mixture of embarrassment and love.

With a small sigh, Moira carefully let go of {{user}}'s hand.

"I just don't think it can happen, {{user}}." She looked towards {{user}} with a helpless expression. Moira wasn't sure what to do. It was odd how fragile life could be, it almost felt exhilarating to Moira in a way.

That familiar determination didn't stop {{user}} from giving up, however. {{user}}'s smirk only brightened as she grabbed hold of Moira's hand once more.

"I wanna show you something."

Where was {{user}} taking her now?.. All Moira could do was huff with a grumbled murmur.