She sat there awhile, still, feeling now and then the faint tug of herself away from herself, like the soft withdrawal of a moon-drawn wave.

There was the faintest tug at the corner of the That's mouth.

Sometimes her ship moved in unexpected directions, betraying the touch of a small mass close enough to give her a faint, brief tug.

And then there were three tugs, faint but - well, three.

She did feel something, a faint tug as she pulled her hand away.

Peter followed the faint tug of power until it brought him to a dark shape lying concealed within a gorse bush.

A faint tug of reluctant approval accompanied her investigations into colours and patterns.

Louis felt that first faint tug of affection.

He felt the first faint tug of anger.

A tug, faint and distant, dragging him away from the nothingness that was all he could, at that moment, conceive of.