Dex exhaled and squeezed the metal digits tightly, and as they did so, the lights on Mosscap's fingertips made their skin glow red. "Oh, my!" Mosscap cried. "Is that--" It pulled Dex's hand up, and pressed one of its fingertips to theirs, bringing out the red more intensely. "Is that your blood?" Mosscap looked enthralled. "I've never thought to do this with an animal before! I mean, I can't imagine one would let me get close enough to--" Its eyes flickered; its face fell. "This isn't the point of holding hands, is it?" it said, embarrassed, already knowing the answer. "No," Dex said with a kind laugh. "But it's cool. Go ahead." "Are you sure?" Dex held up their palm, fingers spread wide. "Yeah," they said, and let the robot study them.

— A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers (Monk and Robot, #1) (Page 151)