>Gently accept it (and slowly enough that we can tell if we've misread her intentions before we do so)
>It is with a bit of trepadation that you raise your hand and reach out for the Ice Champion's wing. You've never come into direct contact with the Champions before. Touching one of her wings directly promises to be a vastly different experience than touching one of her shed feathers. But that does appear to be what she wants. You can feel the cold radiating from her wing the closer your hand gets to it, but it isn't the biting, harsh cold you were expecting from someone that bears the title of Ice Champion. Neither is it the gentle chill of a calm winter's morning. The cold of the Ice Champion is a unique sensation, a new feeling of cold.
>This feeling deepens when you touch her outstretched wing. The cold runs down the length of your arm, but does not leave you feeling numbed or slowed. You can sense the Champions' emotions more clearly now, though you imagine even doing this will require a bit of extrapolation on your part to gauge what she is attempting to communicate. There is also a sense of underlying chaos you couldn't feel before, a feeling of.... you're not sure what the right word is. A kind of swirling, spiraling sensation. You're not even sure if this is something Ice is doing on purpose, or if it is simply an aspect of her being you couldn't sense before.
>As you are trying to come to grips with that sensation, the sorrow you've seen in Ice's eyes hits you, with the force of a rogue transport truck. The deep sadness you guessed at from the look in her eyes is not as powerful as that which she senses within, and that emotion is now what you are connected to. It chills your soul far more than the sensation of her wing does.
>Byakuren Hijiri Corruption Score: 8%