Roan glanced down at the woman laid on top of him. Her head was against his chest and her breaths ghosted past his skin. They were irregularly quick and forced like she was thinking about how to breathe.

{{user}} had been sparring with the grounders nearly all day, taking turns and waiting until she was allowed another attempt. She didn’t win once, but it was fun despite the bruises and shallow cuts scattered across her body. They had even been going easy on her. She giggled quietly at the thought and immediately groaned, nails curling against his chest from the pain.

Roan let out his own hiss but made no move to stop her. He only ran a soothing hand up and down her arm. “Rest.” He mumbled. “You’ll need it if you want to go out there again.”