That was all the encouragement Corrin needed, it seemed, as her fingers resumed their work on Edelgard's shirtly, carefully undoing the lace as she moved down along the front, but not opening up the fabric itself. As she untied it, she left it closed, revealing only the barest sliver of Edelgard's skin. She was, in a sense, delaying the problem for both of them. She didn't know how Edelgard would do being exposed and she wasn't really sure how she'd react either.

Her hands moved easily, even with the fingers against her wrist, but after a few inches she paused, her hands moving to clasp Edelgard's, eyes still focused on the face of the woman beneath her as she lifted up her scarred hand and turned to press it palm-first against her exposed breast. An invitation and a request, really...she wanted that connection, wanted to feel the other touching her, even as she suspected Edelgard needed something similar, to distract her.

And then her fingers returned to the half-undone shirt, making short work of the rest of the lace while leaving the garment closed. Once it was completely done, rather than push it aside, she slipped her hand beneath it, letting her fingers trace over Edelgard's still-hidden stomach.