[ her eyes follow his hand, taking half a step forward so she can see exactly how he is placing his hand. she doesn't touch, or necessarily invade his personal space, but she's within arm's reach, now. slowly warming up to the idea that no one is going to hurt her -- at least, not without consequence.
once he steps away again, she wastes no time in striking the bag, adjusting the angle of her fist as she sinks it into the canvas. the bag sways, but inej strikes it again with the opposite hand, to build a rhythm. her hands hurt from the bruises from yesterday, but she doesn't seem to mind, or care.
for the first time in a long time, she feels in control. ]
If the purpose is using the jut of the bone to make it hurt more, why do you wear gloves?
[ she asks, catching the bag as it sways toward her again, to steady it for the next lesson. ]
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Date: 2020-12-27 05:19 pm (UTC)once he steps away again, she wastes no time in striking the bag, adjusting the angle of her fist as she sinks it into the canvas. the bag sways, but inej strikes it again with the opposite hand, to build a rhythm. her hands hurt from the bruises from yesterday, but she doesn't seem to mind, or care.
for the first time in a long time, she feels in control. ]
If the purpose is using the jut of the bone to make it hurt more, why do you wear gloves?
[ she asks, catching the bag as it sways toward her again, to steady it for the next lesson. ]