[Standing is easy if she leans in towards him. Putting pressure on her bad leg - that’s more of an issue. Wendy is hesitant at first, gingerly pressing her foot down to see what happens. There’s minor wincing, the tightening of her grip on his arm. She swallows the hiss that threatens to pass her gritted teeth. Exchanges it for a better distraction - a joke, or at least something more lighthearted.]
A bit too late for that, I think. I’m pretty invested.
[She’s chuckling at her comment. Please take it as a joke. She’s too frazzled to have this sort of conversation with him now, especially since they haven’t even gotten through the heavy stuff yet. Don’t ask why she worries about him, why she finds herself smitten.]
I can manage. [She takes a few tentative steps, is a bit on the wobbly side, but hooking her arm through his for support is a great help.] I’m just - gonna be a little slow for a bit. I guess. [Not gonna sigh about it. She feels stupid for letting this happen.] It’s okay.
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A bit too late for that, I think. I’m pretty invested.
[She’s chuckling at her comment. Please take it as a joke. She’s too frazzled to have this sort of conversation with him now, especially since they haven’t even gotten through the heavy stuff yet. Don’t ask why she worries about him, why she finds herself smitten.]
I can manage. [She takes a few tentative steps, is a bit on the wobbly side, but hooking her arm through his for support is a great help.] I’m just - gonna be a little slow for a bit. I guess. [Not gonna sigh about it. She feels stupid for letting this happen.] It’s okay.