[ She's also pointedly not looking at him. It still flusters her to see him without a shirt, as used to shirtless men wandering around the training grounds as she's become. He's so entirely different, someone that she's seen in darkness, and in brief moments of light. She can feel his eyes on her, though, and eventually looks back at him, relieved to see he's found a shirt.
At his question she frowns, thinking for a moment, before her expression smooths out and she tilts her head. She realizes she feels like she got a better night of sleep than she's had in a long while, not that she's going to say as much aloud. She doesn't know why, but that feels like an admission of some kind, to something she isn't ready to admit. ]
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At his question she frowns, thinking for a moment, before her expression smooths out and she tilts her head. She realizes she feels like she got a better night of sleep than she's had in a long while, not that she's going to say as much aloud. She doesn't know why, but that feels like an admission of some kind, to something she isn't ready to admit. ]
I slept well. How about you?