"Nyx, massage my feet!" Ae-rin stretched her body, arms reaching high above her head, and plopped her legs on a chair.
They were in a dust coated classroom. The windows cracked with grime streaked across the glass, abandoned long ago.
Nyx stepped in from the hallway, closing the door gently behind her. Her footsteps light and quick on the dusty floor.
A smile curved her lips. "Ah. Ae-rin— I apologize. I cannot help with massages today."
Looking down at her bruised palms, skin red and swollen, her fingers slightly curled inward to avoid flexing the tender areas. "Last game wasn't easy. Haha. I almost burnt myself." Softness lingered in her voice as she held her hands out for Ae-rin to see, palms upturned.
Ae-rin opened one eye slowly, and took in Nyx's look, gaze traveling from the hands to her face.
A look of concern almost flashed on her face as she opened her mouth to talk.
But then, she caught Hel's presence, silently reading a book in the back of the classroom.
