Edelgard didn't have any objection to that, so she let her hand close around Corrin's breast. Gentle, exploratory, but with growing confidence. She liked the warm feeling of the soft mound against her palm, she decided. It was a strange thought, but one that took her mind off her concerns, her troubles, and more importantly...the feeling of cool air against her chest.

The fingers reaching beneath her shirt would find hard, taut muscle more than anything soft, with considerably less scarring on the front than on Edelgard's wrists and arms. There were so few veins and arteries that could be reached there...so it was not as bad as it could be. Those Who Slither in the Dark were concerned more with efficiency than with cruelty, and so her front was spared, mostly.

When Corrin's fingertips grazed a bit higher, she'd doubtless catch several scars...though many of them are at odd intervals, less regular and stratified. Scars from battle, mostly.

"You can take off my shirt, I think. I should...be okay, now."