to heal a wound, you need to stop touching it
Vai stands bathed in starlight with her hands on her hips, looking thoroughly victorious... for about a second and a half, before she realises what she's actually done. "Oh, fuck," she barks out, the curse partially obscured by laughter, and she's picking her way across the sand and the shallows to Zeph with her hands held out in placation. "I'm sorry! I'm sure you can make a joke about me sweeping you off your feet, right?"
Reaching out, Vai makes to grab his good hand to help haul him back to his feet, soaked shorts and all - and of course she leans in at the same time to take a bite of jerky. "It's a lesson well worth learning," she tells him, her voice muffled by meat (eyyy) as she steps back to draw him up next to her. "And let that be a warning to all the Hels out there. Anyway, rocks. Do we have enough rocks?"
Reaching out, Vai makes to grab his good hand to help haul him back to his feet, soaked shorts and all - and of course she leans in at the same time to take a bite of jerky. "It's a lesson well worth learning," she tells him, her voice muffled by meat (eyyy) as she steps back to draw him up next to her. "And let that be a warning to all the Hels out there. Anyway, rocks. Do we have enough rocks?"
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