[ Being gentle has nothing to do with Yulia's whimper. Just the smallest movements make her body remember all the aches and pains she's supposed to have, and her shoulder and the long gash along her arm feels like they burned.
But she gets up. She's just not sure if her cheeks are red because of the mere effort of sitting up, or from how fucking gentle (she never imagined) Hikaru could be. ]
Thank you.
[ Her voice is breathless and too quiet, not how she wanted to sound. But at least it gets the message across, and she can focus on ignoring the stabbing pain at her leg for just shifting the tiniest bit to be comfortable. She has to put on a straight face, though, to prove that this was absolutely nothing for him to worry about, that he could just leave her be for the moment. Or at least until they were... rescued.
She only starts unbuttoning her shirt after a bit of stalling (or catching her breath, whichever her excuse was). ]
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But she gets up. She's just not sure if her cheeks are red because of the mere effort of sitting up, or from how fucking gentle (she never imagined) Hikaru could be. ]
Thank you.
[ Her voice is breathless and too quiet, not how she wanted to sound. But at least it gets the message across, and she can focus on ignoring the stabbing pain at her leg for just shifting the tiniest bit to be comfortable. She has to put on a straight face, though, to prove that this was absolutely nothing for him to worry about, that he could just leave her be for the moment. Or at least until they were... rescued.
She only starts unbuttoning her shirt after a bit of stalling (or catching her breath, whichever her excuse was). ]