A Tiny Grip

Whoa, okay, since when can I bend my own elbow? One second I was totally rigid, and the next, a spark surged straight down to my wrists. I felt fingers holding me up, so I reacted on instinct—shifting my tiny arm just a fraction and tapping right against the bridge of a nose nearby. Warm! Actually warm! I quickly eased my footing, balancing right between those held fingers, keeping super still so I wouldn't startle anyone.