[ she's sure he can see the wideness of her eyes when she lifts her gaze instinctively to his, but in comparison she realizes he seems so calm. in turn, she feels herself relax - soothed, comforted, somehow, without a word. if this isn't going to be a big deal, then she's not going to treat it like it is either. she releases a breath she didn't know she held, and squeezes back. reaches to steady her steps by bracing her other hand on his arm.
(she's not quite sure how they fit, but she knows she likes the weight, the pressure, the anchor between them. it's not unfamiliar.) (here she's been the one trying to make this normal, or at least not a joke. he manages to do it with a mere glance. she likes this about him too.) ]
Maybe. I haven't trained yet. Caroline will probably want to get dinner. [ she pauses. the warm curiosity in her voice frightens her again, but she lets it be. ] What are you doing?