Mari's holding off on her on purpose, she can tell -- but this once, Dia's glad for it. More than any frustration brought on by the deliberately chaste touch, she's grateful for the chance to breathe and to find her footing.

Mari can overwhelm her in an instant, she knows. She's bore witness to it just moments before. So this is Dia's window of opportunity; before Mari can get the upper hand again, she'll... she'll...

She doesn't really have a plan. But she knows she doesn't want to squander this.

"... Mari-san."

Inhale. Her hands move up, closing over Mari's shoulders. Then, with gentle, steady pressure, she guides her down onto her back. If Mari'll let her.