NotIreneAdler

A week had passed. My wounds were still somewhat fresh, but they healed a little. At least I could move my arms at all now. They still shook when I held Tai Li up, but I tried not to let it show for her sake. She was constantly asking me if I was alright, how I was feeling, if I needed a break. Examining me closely during our routines. If I even panted a little harder than normal, she would tell me to stop and sit for a moment. So I ignored the piercing pain of stretching my burns under the wrappings and told myself to cry about it later. Having Rin there during our training also motivated me to stay strong. He scrutinized every movement and every reaction I made. My wounds protested, but it felt good to be moving and bending again. She pushed off the ground off of a somersault and landed on my upper thighs as I squatted down for her. Immediately she transferred to a handstand on my shoulders. Her braid settled against my back as I slowly turned for our imaginary audience to