Wu watched as she stretched and bent, working her breathing back to a steady pace. "The body remembers," he agreed, "It may take time, but it remembers the steps we take with it." Turning to finally reclaim his shirt, Wu was quick to pull it over his back tattoo despite his sweat, resolving to change when he returned to his room. "I shall request weighted bags, and perhaps striking pads if you would make this a recurring event," he offered as he set to rolling his sleeves.
Really, Wu would love that, it would be a daily counter to his own doubt and apathy that told him to spare these others from his very presence. And that was what tripped him up; the kindness that had not only gained him invitations, but had kept him here. It was vastly confusing, though he was sure it would be short-lived. "And... thank you, Carmel," he added after a moment of fiddling with his shirt, the fidgets themselves saying this didn't come easily to Wu. "I do not expect many mercies for my time here. Welcoming me here, and to dinner, is an unexpected one. I am grateful for it."