where daylight doesn't matter

Okay, this was going on for long enough. Coete attempted to gently pry Coraline's arms off, though his grip wasn't the best with his skin in its current condition - where he hadn't shed, his skin peeled with too much pressure, and where he had the scales were tiny and soft and far too slick. Plus, honestly, a lot of his body just felt weird and trying to do detailed movement just made it more obvious.

Coete sighed and gave up, his narrow hands hanging loosely off Coraline's arms. "Please let go."

Why not?" Maybe a logical tact. "Two random blind people, at least one of which very much does not belong here, hugging without pleasure on a beach is going to draw attention. Are you not in hiding?" Not that she was doing a good job of turning hiding into escaping.

"Well, if you keep holding onto me my leg is going to start hurting," he said pointedly.

He almost thought that had convinced her, but she was still holding him... and there really was a bit of an ache in his scarred thigh. "I'm not against it. I'm against pointlessness."