[ She watches him, watches his bow and he is rewarded for what it is worth, with a flicker at the corner of her mouth that might actually be a smile.
But it might be imagined because it's gone a moment later when she returns the bow. With more grace than someone who was so stiff and battle marred otherwise maybe deserves to be. Her arms left and sweep, her face stays up and looking at him and only him with her own visible eye.
Leaning on her back leg and she holds it the moment she needs to before she rises up to take his hand. Settling scarred and calloused fingers in his palm and curling around before she took the step to lead him out onto the makeshift dance floor. ]
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But it might be imagined because it's gone a moment later when she returns the bow. With more grace than someone who was so stiff and battle marred otherwise maybe deserves to be. Her arms left and sweep, her face stays up and looking at him and only him with her own visible eye.
Leaning on her back leg and she holds it the moment she needs to before she rises up to take his hand. Settling scarred and calloused fingers in his palm and curling around before she took the step to lead him out onto the makeshift dance floor. ]
Your preference to dance?