Patience usually wasn't aware of the most subtle changes in the way people looked at her or moved when she was around, but she did see the different look in Roger's eyes. It seemed to her that their thoughts might have gone in a similar direction, and she wondered if the same look was in her eyes. She lowered the bow and arrow and took his hand, getting to her feet with a slightly stiff grace; she'd been comfortable, but she had been in one place for a long time.
"I don't feel tired at all," she said, smiling at him. She hadn't purposefully moved close to him, but the simple action of getting to her feet had brought their faces close together, it seemed. "Not restless anymore, but I've still got an excess of energy."
And now that she wasn't posing anymore, she was more aware of how little the cloth was covering her body. She also hadn't let go of his hand, and had unconsciously dug her nails just a little bit into his palm, just above the wrist. Was she imagining it, or could she feel his heartbeat there?