Yvaine snatches her hand back just as quickly, eyes flying wide and skin shimmering reflexively, and mutters out another quick apology.

She isn't quite so used to not knowing what to do with herself.

(Not that Tristran is helping.)

She lets out a laugh, grinning sheepishly, and offers out her hand again - palm up this time, "You do get used to it. Or at least I think Tristran has by now?"