“In case you hadn’t noticed, I haven’t danced at all—our Hesperian friends saw to that.” Wincing, she waved at her side. His eyes widened, drifting down to her torso. “You’re injured? Is it bad? I thought—” “Ah, I’m fine. I’m more annoyed they tore my shirt.” She shrugged. “Besides, you got hurt, but you seem to be managing.”
