[ suzu subtly grits her teeth when he very gently presses against the sore spot on her ankle where she tweaked it after her tumble. her breath hitches and she knows she doesn't even have to verbally express what's wrong because she knows he's already attuned to her thoughts.
and she exhales through pursed lips, lowering her head. ]
no subject
and she exhales through pursed lips, lowering her head. ]
I'll wrap it when we get back.