{He stops when she does, shoulders curling inwards a little bit, shielding them both from the rest of the crowd reflexively.}
Ah, I'm not sure I could give you an exact number, but a fair few?
{He can practically see her guard go up, and remembers she'd also admitted to being bound in a less than ideal situation. He returns the gentle touch, just his fingers lightly on her waist over top of her jacket.}
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Ah, I'm not sure I could give you an exact number, but a fair few?
{He can practically see her guard go up, and remembers she'd also admitted to being bound in a less than ideal situation. He returns the gentle touch, just his fingers lightly on her waist over top of her jacket.}
You don't have to worry about me, Bryn.