[ Ah, and that smile is much preferred to the self-deprecating frustration. Some part of her even thinks that she likes it when he smiles.
... But that's a foolish thought — embarrassing too.
(Even if it's honest.) ]
You are much better at them.
[ A dismissive shake of her head, if only to hide the vague twitch of her own smile tugging at her lips, something she tries to brush away quickly enough. She only distantly realizes she's still touching him, and she should... probably stop that.
But she doesn't. ]
You'll be fine with some rest; this is hardly the worst any of us has undertaken.
[ She'd had her arm disastrously snapped recently, after all, and this was worlds better than his gunshot. He'll survive, even if he won't be comfortable for a while. ]
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... But that's a foolish thought — embarrassing too.
(Even if it's honest.) ]
You are much better at them.
[ A dismissive shake of her head, if only to hide the vague twitch of her own smile tugging at her lips, something she tries to brush away quickly enough. She only distantly realizes she's still touching him, and she should... probably stop that.
But she doesn't. ]
You'll be fine with some rest; this is hardly the worst any of us has undertaken.
[ She'd had her arm disastrously snapped recently, after all, and this was worlds better than his gunshot. He'll survive, even if he won't be comfortable for a while. ]