[It's slow, and quiet, and careful, but she still glances to Jotaro when Star begins to move, looking for... perhaps not assurance, as the fear of being hurt diminishes into nothingness, but a sign, something to inform her of what's happening, what she should do. That demarcation of me and mine is even less clear from the outside looking in, and it's not as though her own experience with being a Stand user lends her much in the way of assistance in figuring it out.
The nudge at her hand helps a little bit, in that regard. Her first instinct is to pull back and out of the way, but she manages to stop herself before her hand can do more than flick up, away from Star's forehead but still hovering in his hair. It's a strange sensation, just as the cool smoothness of Hierophant's hand had been strange, though in a different way. She watches it for a moment, the way the Stand's hair dances around her fingers as her mind tries to reconcile how incorporeal it looks with how very tangible it feels, before finally lowering her hand.
The rest of her body follows suit, falling into a kneel as she gently pets Star's hair. Her other hand cups his chin, a request for him to lift his head, because she knows she'd never have the strength to force him. If he does, she meets his eyes with an intent gaze, but not a severe one.]
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The nudge at her hand helps a little bit, in that regard. Her first instinct is to pull back and out of the way, but she manages to stop herself before her hand can do more than flick up, away from Star's forehead but still hovering in his hair. It's a strange sensation, just as the cool smoothness of Hierophant's hand had been strange, though in a different way. She watches it for a moment, the way the Stand's hair dances around her fingers as her mind tries to reconcile how incorporeal it looks with how very tangible it feels, before finally lowering her hand.
The rest of her body follows suit, falling into a kneel as she gently pets Star's hair. Her other hand cups his chin, a request for him to lift his head, because she knows she'd never have the strength to force him. If he does, she meets his eyes with an intent gaze, but not a severe one.]
... You're going to keep him safe for me, right?