Her pack slides down her uninjured arm, coming to rest with a dull thwump near the inside part of the fence. "I've noticed," she says, close to sounding conversational. "It's almost like being back home again."
If her lips twitch up into half a smile afterward, amused by how that sounds, and not quite able to make herself apologize for it.
"My teammate's the one with the green thumb, but I'm not terrible at it. Tsunade made sure of that, even if it was only while on punishment detail. My shishou," she adds, realizing too late a name dropped out of context might not carry any meaning. Marco knew, or had forgotten by now, but it doesn't seem like what Marco knew translated much over into what Eva knew that Marco knew.
Or things Sakura knew that Marco knew. Funny how that works out.
She registers why Eva's asking after injuries with a blink, glancing down at her arm. She knows the bandages around her ribcage don't show, and they're partly for show anyway. People were less surprised by bandages than the multicolor rainbow of fading bruises. (People who weren't around to see, yet ever expect that someone will, anyway.) "I'm mostly healed," she says, shrugging her shoulders enough to dismiss any potential concern for such a minor point. "Keeping the skin from drying out is most of what I'm trying to do now. Which you think wouldn't be a problem, in this humidity."
That it also gives her a focus, something to do when she has idle time, she doesn't think on.
"Ah! I've brought something for you," she says, half turning and ducking down to rifle through her bag. She pulls out several cups of instant ramen, setting them neatly to the side, before extracting a rectangular, decorated box. She packs the ramen away again before standing, smiling with less surety, offering Eva the box. "I wanted to apologize for how I acted the last time we met."
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If her lips twitch up into half a smile afterward, amused by how that sounds, and not quite able to make herself apologize for it.
"My teammate's the one with the green thumb, but I'm not terrible at it. Tsunade made sure of that, even if it was only while on punishment detail. My shishou," she adds, realizing too late a name dropped out of context might not carry any meaning. Marco knew, or had forgotten by now, but it doesn't seem like what Marco knew translated much over into what Eva knew that Marco knew.
Or things Sakura knew that Marco knew. Funny how that works out.
She registers why Eva's asking after injuries with a blink, glancing down at her arm. She knows the bandages around her ribcage don't show, and they're partly for show anyway. People were less surprised by bandages than the multicolor rainbow of fading bruises. (People who weren't around to see, yet ever expect that someone will, anyway.) "I'm mostly healed," she says, shrugging her shoulders enough to dismiss any potential concern for such a minor point. "Keeping the skin from drying out is most of what I'm trying to do now. Which you think wouldn't be a problem, in this humidity."
That it also gives her a focus, something to do when she has idle time, she doesn't think on.
"Ah! I've brought something for you," she says, half turning and ducking down to rifle through her bag. She pulls out several cups of instant ramen, setting them neatly to the side, before extracting a rectangular, decorated box. She packs the ramen away again before standing, smiling with less surety, offering Eva the box. "I wanted to apologize for how I acted the last time we met."