where she expects him to take the weapon from her, he instead moves in to adjust her stance and nock another arrow for her. Suddenly, she is painfully aware that, yet again, she smells like old sweat while he smells of lime and bergamot and forest. He braces his chest against her back and loops his arm over her shoulders, adjusting her grip and her stance and the angle of her body toward the target. Subtle movements that Winnie is pretty sure she won’t be able to replicate without his help.
Why are you so OBLIVIOUS, WINNIE
