Not at all, it was my fault. My balance on skates will take a bit of getting used to.
[As she talks, Lacus places her skates aside and shifts across the blanket, settling down behind Lockon. She speaks in a soothing tone, running her hands together to warm them and then leaning forward, rubbing them along his back and shoulders.] Something hot sounds lovely. What did you bring? [Her fingertips brush the skin just over the collar of his shirt. His skin was a little cold, and so she focuses on gently slipping her warmer hands over his neck, beneath the fringe of his hair.]