Falina kicked distractedly at the tall water grass as Imenry settled her belongings against the rock. It was brown, scratchy, and irritating against her exposed shins.
Imenry was talking, and Falina leapt back to attention, abandoning the cracking grass.
"Show you how I wou-" The dwarf looked around nervously. There were people, everywhere. She'd suggested this, but the reality was so different than what she'd anticipated. People lived here, they could step out of their homes at any moment. Rho could find them...
"You want me-" Falina shook her head, resigning herself not to back out of this. "I guess it depends..." She shifted her feet into the dirt, firmly planting her heels five or so inches apart, centering her weight, lining up her body. "If it were you, I'd stand like this."