“Yes Master Sun. You will not get hurt now if you do.” Khan, then, returns the glass of water atop Sun’s table with his magic.
Sun grabs Khan’s hand with both of his own, and true enough, Sun did not get weak this time. It feels like he is touching a human hand, except for the blue light that is there.
“Your hands are so warm, Master Sun,” said Khan. His hand is still neutral and is not giving a grip back.
Sun, however, is more than holding Khan’s hand: he holds them only for a short time and has been caressing it since.
He moves forward, so that their heads are close to each other. Suddenly, Sun bumps Khan’s forehead lightly and did not let go.
“Now promise me, P’Khan, that you will scratch your face lightly,” said Sun, seeing the blue light between his head and his Sentinel’s.