She keeps her fingers light, swift and short. Movement, action, touch was how she spoke and how she learned from others but she knew that not everyone was like her. She knew some flinched away from her, she knew the lightest of touches could say as much as the tightest of embraces.

She watches him even now, relaxed and leaning back against the couch. She watches the muscles in his neck, his shoulder. Her hands wanting to touch and learn but she remains where she is, close but not touching.

"Cassandra. Cass... Cain." She replies at the name. Her head turning slightly as she watches him. She holds her hand out, spreading her fingertips upwards before motioning that he do the same. "Hands like this."