Larea slowly reached one of her hands to Zel's, hesitating a moment before grabbing it. She looked up at his face to see if he was giving any signs of discontent; seeing none, she gently picked up one of his hands, scooting a little bit closer to him to have a better vantage point. She almost expected his skin to feel different; the blueish tint was certainly not the most common thing she had ever seen, but it felt more or less like normal. It made her wonder why he seemed so keen on hiding himself, but she quickly turned her thoughts back to the current situation.<br/>She held his hand up from the underside with her own, and used her free hand to slowly write in his palm: "Stop apologizing. You helped me. I am thankful, Zelgodis." She started writing slowly so he could get the gist of what she was trying to do, but sped up a bit when it was clear he got the idea. Still, it was much slower than simply speaking, but what else could she do?