[ His eyes flutter, is ears relaxing under that touch. It's likely, linked like this, Olivine can feel the shift of muscles as Basch's tail thumps. ]

If I ever am, tell me. I won't be upset, but I will be upset if I hurt you.

[ He watches the movement of Olivine's hand, flushing as he does. His own comes to joi it, warm and gentle, tracing the heat near his stone. ]

You recover quickly. I -- it's good. Should I touch here more?