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For all of the pampering he may have seen in his youth, Noctis’ hands were not without their signs of wear; once tender palms hardened by minor patches of roughness felt vivid in your recollection. The hands you felt now, surveying your curves as if for the first time, were unfamiliar, foreign. This was not his touch.