[She stumbles at first, only catching herself right before she'd have hit his side with her elbow. It may not be the right response, but it's not the wrong one, and she doesn't flinch or pull away. She simply exhales easily, smirking faintly at him. Help? Oh, this is helping some, alright.]
I'm relaxed. I hit things when I'm frustrated, remember?
[He shouldn't have the bruises to prove it at this moment, but she knows he gets what she means.]
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I'm relaxed. I hit things when I'm frustrated, remember?
[He shouldn't have the bruises to prove it at this moment, but she knows he gets what she means.]