“You’d think with sitting in a wheelchair all day, you wouldn’t be sore.”

Ambessa’s words are playful, teasing. Meant to carry amusement and not mockery; a tone she rarely uses outside of your person. You’re the only exception she has, besides Mel. And her, just barely.

Her palms slid along the smooth expanse of your legs, carefully kneading the tender flesh there. Your condition has weakened the joints in your knees incredibly, and she’s not about to damage them further with careless touches.

“Maybe we should get you back on your crutches, yes? Give you something to really be sore about.”

Hopefully, this would get a laugh out of you.