"Ana Kuya called me a bird, didn't she?" And well... she was skinny and oddly proportioned, although that doesn't mean Alina has to be pleased about the assessment.
"I have new tricks you'll have to get used to now that I don't have such sharp joints," Alina fidgets in his arms, although her protest is more for show than earnest. She turns, poking at his ribs with the accuracy gained only from years of affectionate squabbling.
(Baghra had made a comment about hiding where she didn't belong, but that wasn't true. That's not fair. She was exactly where she needed to be with Mal at her side. Each step in her path mapped her way here.)
"And I still think I got you pretty good a few nights ago," where Alina perhaps had thrashed a little bit underneath the blankets in the narrow bunk of the ship. "Do you still have that bruise?"
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"I have new tricks you'll have to get used to now that I don't have such sharp joints," Alina fidgets in his arms, although her protest is more for show than earnest. She turns, poking at his ribs with the accuracy gained only from years of affectionate squabbling.
(Baghra had made a comment about hiding where she didn't belong, but that wasn't true. That's not fair. She was exactly where she needed to be with Mal at her side. Each step in her path mapped her way here.)
"And I still think I got you pretty good a few nights ago," where Alina perhaps had thrashed a little bit underneath the blankets in the narrow bunk of the ship. "Do you still have that bruise?"