I nodded, then I felt his hand on my left wrist.

He felt nothing but a slight tap on his wrist.

Now he felt of the lock on his left wrist.

She felt a dry, bony hand close on her wrist.

And then, very oddly, I felt fingers on my wrist.

Then he felt a hand on his wrist, feeling for a pulse.

She pulled away, feeling his thick grasp on her wrist.

Gabrielle drew herself up, and I felt her left hand on my wrist.

She once felt deep scars on his wrist, and asked him about them.

Then she felt an iron like grip on her wrist.