She hadn't meant anything as she sat back, asking him to be still with her. Literally - too often her world existed in a maze of tunnels. Eir often akin herself to be a spider - a leg for every thing that happened - physical, emotional and mental health of whoever who needed it. Yet at times, when the darkness came, she couldn't help feeling the failure of not being able to do anything but then lead them down the paths to Hel.
Eir felt she knew a lot of things but yet nothing. She laid back in the couch, closing her eyes for a moment, hoping that Asklepios would understand what she meant by being still - if he didn't, then she wouldn't know what to do. Without a thought, she lean in on his side quirking an eyebrow.
"Tennis?" The word was foreign to her - She had heard it used before but only faintly - tennis the sport where two men or females line up on opposite sides of the court and just hit balls. "What is tennis?" Maybe his version would be different.
Maybe it wasn't what she thought it was. Eir always found it an odd sport.