"Don't."
The word came out sharp and commanding - a bit more than I intended just to warn her. But I didn't pull my foot away either… because it doesn't do a lot of good to hold power over someone if you don't trust it.
> Then it's just being on guard constantly. Which I'd be doing anyway, but there's some sort of subtle difference. <
"...Don't touch my leg."
"I wasn't going to. I promise. But I did want to."
Her admission and self-restraint made something flutter in my stomach that I immediately squashed and called 'getting hungry again'. Rolling slightly to see her face easier, I found brown eyes playfully watching me back from the distance.
With an expression that was fairly at peace. A lot less… high strung. Which tells me I did the right thing by having her rest before we talked.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Long enough to hear you muttering before I responded. So… what's wrong?"
