[If it were anyone else reaching out to it, the snake would be hissing and spitting in an instant. But because it's Seimei, the tiny serpent extends its head towards the closest digit with a flickering tongue. That brief second of contact transmits an exorbitant amount of information-- a last moment of her thought: dread, fondness, anguish, and a desperate need to protect.
The little guardian pulls away and returns to clinging onto Shinjiro's hand.]
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The little guardian pulls away and returns to clinging onto Shinjiro's hand.]