Ilsa only stiffens further when he wraps his arms around her, and she still holds onto the pillow, not quite sure what to do with her hands now. Does she pat him? Does she put them to her sides? Does she rest them on his shoulder? No, she'll just... keep them up here for a little bit until she figures out what's going on.
But she also doesn't want to force him to move... He's been through a lot today, and she thinks it would be in his best interests to lie down, so...
...
....
Cue a very long, very awkward silence before Ilsa clears her throat.]
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Ilsa only stiffens further when he wraps his arms around her, and she still holds onto the pillow, not quite sure what to do with her hands now. Does she pat him? Does she put them to her sides? Does she rest them on his shoulder? No, she'll just... keep them up here for a little bit until she figures out what's going on.
But she also doesn't want to force him to move... He's been through a lot today, and she thinks it would be in his best interests to lie down, so...
...
....
Cue a very long, very awkward silence before Ilsa clears her throat.]
You're going to stay like this...?