[The water level puts Wormmon right up against the scar over Siebren's ribs. A minute ago, that would have bothered him, but...he has changed, again, and for the better this time, he thinks.]
[He still needs a little time to steady his breathing, but it is easier now, with the soft contact and his regained ability to relax. After a moment, he reaches over and tickles Wormmon's belly with his fingertips, the smallest of smiles on his face.]
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[He still needs a little time to steady his breathing, but it is easier now, with the soft contact and his regained ability to relax. After a moment, he reaches over and tickles Wormmon's belly with his fingertips, the smallest of smiles on his face.]
[Yes. This is better.]