Thoughtlessly she rolled her shoulders beneath his hands, arching into his touch. Her brow had furrowed at his suggestion, but as the hard knots of tension in her muscles began to slowly dissipate, the idea of delving into her dreams, seeking some meaning in their damning imagery, grew steadily less frightening. She liked the idea that it was a simple matter of stretching before and after workouts, continuing her yoga, and training her body back into the forgotten art of relaxation. A niggling voice at the back of her mind assured her this was certainly not the case, that there was more to it than that, but as his warm hands worked at the pain slicing through her back, that voice grew ever easier to ignore.
"Which do you think it is?" she asked, dreamily, leaning back toward him. "Be honest."