[Marsh frowns, shifts to catch Riddick's wrist in turn, squeezes enough to be a warning.]
Don't.
She isn't here to hurt you.
[Marsh has no authority to say this. Iris could puppet him on a whim. But she doesn't, and the light reassuring mist of her mental touch against his torn unhealing places is perhaps a different kind of authority. There is no doubt in him.]
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Don't.
She isn't here to hurt you.
[Marsh has no authority to say this. Iris could puppet him on a whim. But she doesn't, and the light reassuring mist of her mental touch against his torn unhealing places is perhaps a different kind of authority. There is no doubt in him.]