Zebel tilted her head to the side on the pillow, watching him intently as he fixed her up. His hands, though massive in size, were as gentle as feather touches, which Zebel found amazing. The though creased her lips in a smile as she let her gaze roam over the struggle that seemed to be taking over the expressions of his facial structure. Her lips pursed together, though she made no move under his healing touch, for the most part she was going to do her best to try and be a good girl yet.... how could she when he was this close to her?<br/><br/>"Keith... don't look so gloomy. I am fine, still breathing at the very least. Just relax, what is on your mind?"<br/><br/>She felt that she had a clue, though wonder if they were thinking on the same wave lengths, in a sense she hoped so yet... she didn't want to give the impression to him that she would do anything for any guy. Zebel couldn't think of any way to get him to come fully out of his shell, even around her he was so quite and introverted into himself that she couldn't grasp of anything he was thinking.  Reaching her hand out to his, she drew him closer to her body, grasping his hand she turned it so that it was palms down of the flat plain of her stomach, though she carefully with gentle hands moved it over her stomach so that his hand slid up the front of her body.<br/><br/>In no time she had made his hand come to rest of the top of her right breast. She could feel the heat of his skin even from under the shirt it made her shiver just a bit as she decide what to say, though there was nothing that came to mind.<br/><br/>"There are times were I can see a clear picture in my head of you doing this, this and much more... though I wasn't hurt as I am now, in my head. Sounds silly doesn't it?"