“Believe me, if I played as rough as you, we’d both be walking bruises.” he muttered, still pouting and a little confused over why she was so insistent on him fighting her.
With a huff, she let up on his arms, but she still didn’t actually move off of him. “No one wants to do anything fun,” she grumbled, sulking as she crossed her arm over her chest. No one wanted to hunt with her or spar anymore and it was making her feel too restless and caged.
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