Post by Rob on Jul 19, 2015 14:54:02 GMT -6
Today seems a better day, weather wise. Not that he would complain about yesterday, of course. Dressed in his usual training gear, Jericho Cross walks along the busy streets of Kowloon with a sports bag over the shoulder and neck. What the bag contains this time, is anyone's guess. Arriving at his destination, he enters the building and waves to get the attention of a man, likely its owner.
Man: Ah, usual room?
Jericho nods in confirmation.
Man: It's ready and waiting for you.
Jericho: Thanks.
Heading off down the hall, he makes a turn, goes through a door and finds himself in the large room with a boxing ring. There are also some heavy punching bags he had previously ignored. Today, that would change.
Taking his phone from his pocket, he hits a couple of keys and puts it to his ear.
"Hello?"
Jericho: Hey, Munin.
"Hello handsome, what are you up to? Having a good morning so far?"
The guarded tone that had left her voice brittle with cold, melted at the sound of his voice. Changing into a warm tone full of relief and affection.
Jericho: I can't complain, what are you up to right now?
"I just finished a small sparring session with Kellar. Nothing too strenuous...just a light session."
Jericho: Glad it was light. I have something I think you're going to find fun. How soon can you get to the gym?
"Are you in the same room?"
Jericho: Yep, same as before.
"Then I'll be there in a few minutes."
Jericho: Excellent. I think you're going to like this.
"Oh? Well then I will seen you soon."
He had obviously piqued her curiosity.
Jericho: See you soon.
Hanging up, he smiles to himself. This would be a great afternoon, surely. Walking to the ring, he sets the bag down next to it and sits on the apron as he waits. His thoughts drift from training with Munin to Munin herself. Despite this making his heart beat harder, thinking of her relaxed him, he found. And so, he decides that relax is what he will do until she arrives.
True to her word Munin made her way into the room not long after they spoke. She was all smiles and mischievous sunshine when she spotted him, but there was a slight tension in her movement. It was a strain that would typically go unnoticed by most, but not Jericho.
"Told you I would be here in no time."
Happy to see her, Jericho gets to his feet as she approaches. Watching her, his brow lowers slightly.
Jericho: Tell me you didn't get hurt training. The timing couldn't be worse.
She reached him with a confused look on her lovely face.
"No I didn't get hurt. Why do you ask?"
Jericho: Something about the way you move seems different. Hope you're not tired out already.
He brings her into a hug, kissing her on the forehead.
"Oh..."
She felt the stress and nerves from her earlier confrontation with Alex melt away in his embrace. Leaving behind the warmth and security that she was quickly starting to associate with Jericho. She should have known that he would notice, he had always had the uncanny ability to read her. Instead of making her uncomfortable however it seemed to have the opposite effect.
"I was going to wait to tell you later, but I guess I should get it over with now...Alex was waiting for me outside my door this morning."
His face shows the concern he feels upon hearing of this. Keeping the focus on Munin, he manages to keep his cool.
Jericho: What happened?
"About what you would expect. He had a lot to say, and there really wasn't any reasoning with him. I honestly didn't try overly hard to because I knew it was pointless. I just got into my room as fast as I could...I wouldn't be surprised if it found it's way online."
She sighed and rested her head on his chest. Content to let him hold her for as long as he wanted to. It was only natural that he would. Seeing Munin happy was all that mattered.
Jericho: Did he threaten you?
"No he didn't threaten me, but he did threaten you. I doubt that surprises you though."
Jericho: Did he now?
Something about his smile suggests there is more than just humour running around in his head. His expression would have been impossible to hide if he were to try.
Hearing the tone in his voice she tilted her head up to look at him. Seeing his expression, she almost felt sorry for Alex, but Alex's final words ran through her head. They twisted her stomach once more even though she knew they were lies. Suddenly she knew she couldn't feel sorry for Alex, whatever happens from this point will be of his own making, and she had to let him live with it.
"Kiss me?"
Jericho: Don't need to tell me twice.
More than happy to oblige, he gently touches his lips to hers, keeping her close to him. Not just out of affection, but also from a desire to protect her. She may not necessarily need it, but what else would he do?
They sat there for a few moments in silence, and the earlier sickness she had felt from Alex's toxic words vanished with that one gentle kiss.
Munin didn't need anyone to protect her, but having someone willing to. Well that meant the world, and she found herself completely in the security Jericho offered once more.
Jericho: Well, this should cheer you up. I have a special session lined up for you today.
"So you said, what do you have in mind?"
She left his arms with a relaxed grin, and began to stretch out her arms. Jericho, meanwhile, crouches down and opens the sports bad, taking a baseball bat from it.
Jericho: Weapons training!
He offers Munin the bat, grin plastered on his face.
If Munin was one for squeals of excitement she would have let out an ear piercing one. Instead her excitement though silent was palpable, from her grin to her sparkling mischievous eyes. Munin loved weapons and Jericho knew her oh so well.
Taking the offered bat she stepped back enough to take a few practice swings.
"You know me so well my Dread King, but are you sure you can keep up with me this time?"
Stopping himself from chuckling at the idea of the carnage she will cause at Heatwave, he nods.
Jericho: Yep. Now that you know how I feel, I can focus more. So, my little Queen of Chaos, ready to go?
She paused at his words, and turned to look at him over her shoulder. Her grin was positively devilish at his words.
"Had a hard time focusing did you? And you think you won't now?"
The look she gave him was teasingly sympathetic.
Jericho: Oh, you'll see. Let's go to the heavy bags. I want to see your form.
Munin set the bat down, and moved to follow him to the bags.
Jericho: Show me some strikes when you're ready. Anything you want.
Munin started off with a series of straight punches, the moved into a rolling punch, hammer fist, upper cut, an L-hook, and into a palm strike roll.
She continued this, falling into the relaxing rhythm of continuous motion, but not allowing herself to become relaxed. She treated each strike as if it was her first, and strived to put as much power and precision into each strike as possible.
Jericho clears his throat.
"Yes?"
Jericho: Very good, very good. But I meant with the bat.
Munin abruptly stops in embarrassed surprise unfortunately the bag does not. It hits her and she stumbles backwards with a small squeak.
Turning away very quickly, Jericho tries desperately not to laugh. It's a fight he loses in a very short time.
Munin flushes bright red as she regains her balance, more flustered than anyone has possibly ever seen her. Turning back, he gives her a sympathetic kiss on the head, hoping it'd be enough to avoid any backlash from his laughter.
Jericho: Stay focused, Munie.
As usual Munin's response was far from what he expected. Letting out a sigh she laughed herself while rubbing the back of her head.
"Guess I shouldn't skip my coffee, apologies..."
Munin walked over and retrieved the bat, before returning to the bag and taking a stance. She was still a bit flushed, but as she gripped the bat she shrugged off her embarrassment. It was time to focus, and she did just that, hitting the bag with brutal force.
Jericho watches her closely, taking note of the impact, her stance, technique... and her arse from time to time.
Jericho: Throw in some feints and jabs. You might need to buy yourself some breathing space.
She took in his advice with a nod and set about executing it.
Jericho: Alternate between high and low shots. Keep them guessing. Swing from the hips and thrust from the legs for maximum effect.
Her lips twitched slightly at his words, but she kept her focus and her stance. Carrying out his directions swiftly without hesitation.
Jericho: Stand a bit more side-on, especially for the thrusts and jabs, give them less of you to hit.
She adjusted her stance accordingly. As she does so, he watches, noting some improvements.
Jericho: Ok, good.
Without warning, he walks up and grabs Munin from behind, wrapping his arms around hers at the elbows to prevent her from using the bat. He keeps his feet apart to prevent losing his balance and prepares for a potentially painful response.
Jericho: It's two on one. You're held in place. What do you do?
She slams her head back into his and drops to the ground on the balls of her feet. Stepping into her turn she swings, but stops before the bat actually makes contact.
Jericho: Yep. That'll do it.
He rubs the bridge of his nose in a slightly comical fashion and looks back to Munin.
Jericho: After that hit, don't forget about the other one.
He gestured towards the punching bag by nodding in its direction.
Jericho: What do you want to play with next?
"Hmm, I'm open to whatever you have in mind."
Jericho: Cool. I'm surprised, if relieved that you didn't throw your foot back, by the way. Nut shots will be legal, remember.
" Oh I didn't forget, I just wouldn't do that to you."
She smirked at him with a mock leer.
"Or myself..."
Jericho lets out a breathy chuckle, glad she saw it that way.
Jericho: Works for me. Let's see... I have a chain, a hammer, like the one they use for the bell, and a night stick. Or tonfa, to give it the proper name.
"I'll take the chain."
Jericho: Ok.
He goes to his bag and takes out the chain, carefully tossing it to Munin after he bundles it up. He then removes the night stick for himself.
Jericho: Tonfa's mine.
Munin caught the chain with a practiced ease that would be disconcerting to a lesser man. Thankfully Jericho was not like most men.
"Ready when you are."
Jericho: Good. Don't let me grab the chain or get it off you.
She nodded and wrapped the chain around her knuckles.
Jericho: Smart.
Whirling the night stick in his hand with practiced skill, Jericho approaches and begins circling her, watching closely for either an opening or an attack.
Munin feinted a frontal attack from the right, but whipped around at the last moment. This caused the chain to strike from the opposite direction. The strike knocks him back, but Jericho recovers quickly, moving in for a low kick to unbalance Munin, immediately following with a shoulder barge.
The hit knocked her off balance, but instead of trying to regain it Munin tumbled with it into a crouch, and whipped the chain around to catch him on his knee. As it wraps around, Jericho goes down to that knee, lowering his centre of gravity. He then looks at Munin with a cocky smirk.
Jericho: Want it back? Come get it.
Munin returns his smirk with one of her own, and replies quickly with a sultry draw.
"I dunno...you with a chain is rather hot."
She lunged from her crouch into a knee strike while he was still down. The distraction pays off as the blow connects with his face, knocking him down. He rolls away, swiping with his weapon to sweep one of her legs. She dodges the move in a mixture of speed and sure luck. Her eyes were mischievous as her laughter filled the ring.
Jericho leaps up, spinning for what apoears to be a tornado kick, but it's a feint. Striking with the tonfa instead, he crowns the 2013 Lady of the Colisseum with a well-placed shot.
She takes the hit and follows with an L-Hook and follows it with a straight punch to his floating ribs. She stepped back out of range scooping up the chain as she retreated.
Jericho straightens up, silently cursing those rib shots. Of course, now he'd expect them, along with solar plexus, throat and knee shots. This was good.
Jericho: Come on. Both guys are much bigger than you, where are they most vulnerable?
"Their lower bodies where my strikes will be the most powerful. They are already slower than me so it would in my best interest to further slow and wear them down as much as possible."
Jericho: You going to just tell me or show me?
Not waiting for an answer, he runs forward, swinging the weapon in a wide arc. She stepped out of his attack and moved in with another straight punch to his solar plexus, and dropped into a leg sweep. She immediately followed with a straight punch to his exposed leg, before rolling away out of range.
That one hurt, but he's glad it does. Not simply because he retains his infamous response to pain, but because landing those attacks on him meant she could do it against the slower Clan Mayhem.
Getting up again, he nods in approval and tosses his weapon for Munin to catch. While it is in the air, he charges at her with a tackle. Munin goes down hard with the tackle. The breath was temporarily knocked out of her. Landing on top, Jericho holds her hands to the mat, giving a suggestive smile.
Jericho: Maybe later.
After a quick peck on the lips, he takes her up to her feet.
Jericho: Had enough?
"Nope I'm ready for later."
She teased him back brushing herself off with a smile.
"Oh you meant training. Yes I've had enough for now. I still have to go shopping for one of Travis's birthday presents."
Jericho: No problem. You played it smart today. That and your speed will go a long way. Well done.
"Thank you."
She slid out of the ring after helping him pick the weapons.
"It helps to have such a good training partner."
Jericho: As long as it helps.
Grabbing a nearby towel she began to wipe down for the second time that day.
"Well if you have this under control I'm going to hit the showers..."
Jericho: I've got this.
He's about to turn away when his face takes on a mischievous smile.
Jericho: There room for two in there?
"Yes there is, are you offering to wash my back?"
Jericho: Always willing to lend a hand.
"Or two..."
Placing a hand on her cheek, Jericho steps forward and kisses her. It never ceased to amaze him how alike their thoughts could be.
She pulled out of the kiss, with her smile still firmly in place. It was times like this that she doubted it would go away.
"You know we could just use the shower in my hotel room. You may be shocked to hear this but my bed has room for two as well."
Jericho: Good to know. So, we shower, do our own thing, meet for dinner, maybe?
"That sounds like an excellent plan to me."
Jericho: Good.
Smiling, he picks up his bag and gestures to the door.
Jericho: Shower time then?
With a nod of her head she slips her hand into his free one, and they leave hand in hand.
Man: Ah, usual room?
Jericho nods in confirmation.
Man: It's ready and waiting for you.
Jericho: Thanks.
Heading off down the hall, he makes a turn, goes through a door and finds himself in the large room with a boxing ring. There are also some heavy punching bags he had previously ignored. Today, that would change.
Taking his phone from his pocket, he hits a couple of keys and puts it to his ear.
"Hello?"
Jericho: Hey, Munin.
"Hello handsome, what are you up to? Having a good morning so far?"
The guarded tone that had left her voice brittle with cold, melted at the sound of his voice. Changing into a warm tone full of relief and affection.
Jericho: I can't complain, what are you up to right now?
"I just finished a small sparring session with Kellar. Nothing too strenuous...just a light session."
Jericho: Glad it was light. I have something I think you're going to find fun. How soon can you get to the gym?
"Are you in the same room?"
Jericho: Yep, same as before.
"Then I'll be there in a few minutes."
Jericho: Excellent. I think you're going to like this.
"Oh? Well then I will seen you soon."
He had obviously piqued her curiosity.
Jericho: See you soon.
Hanging up, he smiles to himself. This would be a great afternoon, surely. Walking to the ring, he sets the bag down next to it and sits on the apron as he waits. His thoughts drift from training with Munin to Munin herself. Despite this making his heart beat harder, thinking of her relaxed him, he found. And so, he decides that relax is what he will do until she arrives.
True to her word Munin made her way into the room not long after they spoke. She was all smiles and mischievous sunshine when she spotted him, but there was a slight tension in her movement. It was a strain that would typically go unnoticed by most, but not Jericho.
"Told you I would be here in no time."
Happy to see her, Jericho gets to his feet as she approaches. Watching her, his brow lowers slightly.
Jericho: Tell me you didn't get hurt training. The timing couldn't be worse.
She reached him with a confused look on her lovely face.
"No I didn't get hurt. Why do you ask?"
Jericho: Something about the way you move seems different. Hope you're not tired out already.
He brings her into a hug, kissing her on the forehead.
"Oh..."
She felt the stress and nerves from her earlier confrontation with Alex melt away in his embrace. Leaving behind the warmth and security that she was quickly starting to associate with Jericho. She should have known that he would notice, he had always had the uncanny ability to read her. Instead of making her uncomfortable however it seemed to have the opposite effect.
"I was going to wait to tell you later, but I guess I should get it over with now...Alex was waiting for me outside my door this morning."
His face shows the concern he feels upon hearing of this. Keeping the focus on Munin, he manages to keep his cool.
Jericho: What happened?
"About what you would expect. He had a lot to say, and there really wasn't any reasoning with him. I honestly didn't try overly hard to because I knew it was pointless. I just got into my room as fast as I could...I wouldn't be surprised if it found it's way online."
She sighed and rested her head on his chest. Content to let him hold her for as long as he wanted to. It was only natural that he would. Seeing Munin happy was all that mattered.
Jericho: Did he threaten you?
"No he didn't threaten me, but he did threaten you. I doubt that surprises you though."
Jericho: Did he now?
Something about his smile suggests there is more than just humour running around in his head. His expression would have been impossible to hide if he were to try.
Hearing the tone in his voice she tilted her head up to look at him. Seeing his expression, she almost felt sorry for Alex, but Alex's final words ran through her head. They twisted her stomach once more even though she knew they were lies. Suddenly she knew she couldn't feel sorry for Alex, whatever happens from this point will be of his own making, and she had to let him live with it.
"Kiss me?"
Jericho: Don't need to tell me twice.
More than happy to oblige, he gently touches his lips to hers, keeping her close to him. Not just out of affection, but also from a desire to protect her. She may not necessarily need it, but what else would he do?
They sat there for a few moments in silence, and the earlier sickness she had felt from Alex's toxic words vanished with that one gentle kiss.
Munin didn't need anyone to protect her, but having someone willing to. Well that meant the world, and she found herself completely in the security Jericho offered once more.
Jericho: Well, this should cheer you up. I have a special session lined up for you today.
"So you said, what do you have in mind?"
She left his arms with a relaxed grin, and began to stretch out her arms. Jericho, meanwhile, crouches down and opens the sports bad, taking a baseball bat from it.
Jericho: Weapons training!
He offers Munin the bat, grin plastered on his face.
If Munin was one for squeals of excitement she would have let out an ear piercing one. Instead her excitement though silent was palpable, from her grin to her sparkling mischievous eyes. Munin loved weapons and Jericho knew her oh so well.
Taking the offered bat she stepped back enough to take a few practice swings.
"You know me so well my Dread King, but are you sure you can keep up with me this time?"
Stopping himself from chuckling at the idea of the carnage she will cause at Heatwave, he nods.
Jericho: Yep. Now that you know how I feel, I can focus more. So, my little Queen of Chaos, ready to go?
She paused at his words, and turned to look at him over her shoulder. Her grin was positively devilish at his words.
"Had a hard time focusing did you? And you think you won't now?"
The look she gave him was teasingly sympathetic.
Jericho: Oh, you'll see. Let's go to the heavy bags. I want to see your form.
Munin set the bat down, and moved to follow him to the bags.
Jericho: Show me some strikes when you're ready. Anything you want.
Munin started off with a series of straight punches, the moved into a rolling punch, hammer fist, upper cut, an L-hook, and into a palm strike roll.
She continued this, falling into the relaxing rhythm of continuous motion, but not allowing herself to become relaxed. She treated each strike as if it was her first, and strived to put as much power and precision into each strike as possible.
Jericho clears his throat.
"Yes?"
Jericho: Very good, very good. But I meant with the bat.
Munin abruptly stops in embarrassed surprise unfortunately the bag does not. It hits her and she stumbles backwards with a small squeak.
Turning away very quickly, Jericho tries desperately not to laugh. It's a fight he loses in a very short time.
Munin flushes bright red as she regains her balance, more flustered than anyone has possibly ever seen her. Turning back, he gives her a sympathetic kiss on the head, hoping it'd be enough to avoid any backlash from his laughter.
Jericho: Stay focused, Munie.
As usual Munin's response was far from what he expected. Letting out a sigh she laughed herself while rubbing the back of her head.
"Guess I shouldn't skip my coffee, apologies..."
Munin walked over and retrieved the bat, before returning to the bag and taking a stance. She was still a bit flushed, but as she gripped the bat she shrugged off her embarrassment. It was time to focus, and she did just that, hitting the bag with brutal force.
Jericho watches her closely, taking note of the impact, her stance, technique... and her arse from time to time.
Jericho: Throw in some feints and jabs. You might need to buy yourself some breathing space.
She took in his advice with a nod and set about executing it.
Jericho: Alternate between high and low shots. Keep them guessing. Swing from the hips and thrust from the legs for maximum effect.
Her lips twitched slightly at his words, but she kept her focus and her stance. Carrying out his directions swiftly without hesitation.
Jericho: Stand a bit more side-on, especially for the thrusts and jabs, give them less of you to hit.
She adjusted her stance accordingly. As she does so, he watches, noting some improvements.
Jericho: Ok, good.
Without warning, he walks up and grabs Munin from behind, wrapping his arms around hers at the elbows to prevent her from using the bat. He keeps his feet apart to prevent losing his balance and prepares for a potentially painful response.
Jericho: It's two on one. You're held in place. What do you do?
She slams her head back into his and drops to the ground on the balls of her feet. Stepping into her turn she swings, but stops before the bat actually makes contact.
Jericho: Yep. That'll do it.
He rubs the bridge of his nose in a slightly comical fashion and looks back to Munin.
Jericho: After that hit, don't forget about the other one.
He gestured towards the punching bag by nodding in its direction.
Jericho: What do you want to play with next?
"Hmm, I'm open to whatever you have in mind."
Jericho: Cool. I'm surprised, if relieved that you didn't throw your foot back, by the way. Nut shots will be legal, remember.
" Oh I didn't forget, I just wouldn't do that to you."
She smirked at him with a mock leer.
"Or myself..."
Jericho lets out a breathy chuckle, glad she saw it that way.
Jericho: Works for me. Let's see... I have a chain, a hammer, like the one they use for the bell, and a night stick. Or tonfa, to give it the proper name.
"I'll take the chain."
Jericho: Ok.
He goes to his bag and takes out the chain, carefully tossing it to Munin after he bundles it up. He then removes the night stick for himself.
Jericho: Tonfa's mine.
Munin caught the chain with a practiced ease that would be disconcerting to a lesser man. Thankfully Jericho was not like most men.
"Ready when you are."
Jericho: Good. Don't let me grab the chain or get it off you.
She nodded and wrapped the chain around her knuckles.
Jericho: Smart.
Whirling the night stick in his hand with practiced skill, Jericho approaches and begins circling her, watching closely for either an opening or an attack.
Munin feinted a frontal attack from the right, but whipped around at the last moment. This caused the chain to strike from the opposite direction. The strike knocks him back, but Jericho recovers quickly, moving in for a low kick to unbalance Munin, immediately following with a shoulder barge.
The hit knocked her off balance, but instead of trying to regain it Munin tumbled with it into a crouch, and whipped the chain around to catch him on his knee. As it wraps around, Jericho goes down to that knee, lowering his centre of gravity. He then looks at Munin with a cocky smirk.
Jericho: Want it back? Come get it.
Munin returns his smirk with one of her own, and replies quickly with a sultry draw.
"I dunno...you with a chain is rather hot."
She lunged from her crouch into a knee strike while he was still down. The distraction pays off as the blow connects with his face, knocking him down. He rolls away, swiping with his weapon to sweep one of her legs. She dodges the move in a mixture of speed and sure luck. Her eyes were mischievous as her laughter filled the ring.
Jericho leaps up, spinning for what apoears to be a tornado kick, but it's a feint. Striking with the tonfa instead, he crowns the 2013 Lady of the Colisseum with a well-placed shot.
She takes the hit and follows with an L-Hook and follows it with a straight punch to his floating ribs. She stepped back out of range scooping up the chain as she retreated.
Jericho straightens up, silently cursing those rib shots. Of course, now he'd expect them, along with solar plexus, throat and knee shots. This was good.
Jericho: Come on. Both guys are much bigger than you, where are they most vulnerable?
"Their lower bodies where my strikes will be the most powerful. They are already slower than me so it would in my best interest to further slow and wear them down as much as possible."
Jericho: You going to just tell me or show me?
Not waiting for an answer, he runs forward, swinging the weapon in a wide arc. She stepped out of his attack and moved in with another straight punch to his solar plexus, and dropped into a leg sweep. She immediately followed with a straight punch to his exposed leg, before rolling away out of range.
That one hurt, but he's glad it does. Not simply because he retains his infamous response to pain, but because landing those attacks on him meant she could do it against the slower Clan Mayhem.
Getting up again, he nods in approval and tosses his weapon for Munin to catch. While it is in the air, he charges at her with a tackle. Munin goes down hard with the tackle. The breath was temporarily knocked out of her. Landing on top, Jericho holds her hands to the mat, giving a suggestive smile.
Jericho: Maybe later.
After a quick peck on the lips, he takes her up to her feet.
Jericho: Had enough?
"Nope I'm ready for later."
She teased him back brushing herself off with a smile.
"Oh you meant training. Yes I've had enough for now. I still have to go shopping for one of Travis's birthday presents."
Jericho: No problem. You played it smart today. That and your speed will go a long way. Well done.
"Thank you."
She slid out of the ring after helping him pick the weapons.
"It helps to have such a good training partner."
Jericho: As long as it helps.
Grabbing a nearby towel she began to wipe down for the second time that day.
"Well if you have this under control I'm going to hit the showers..."
Jericho: I've got this.
He's about to turn away when his face takes on a mischievous smile.
Jericho: There room for two in there?
"Yes there is, are you offering to wash my back?"
Jericho: Always willing to lend a hand.
"Or two..."
Placing a hand on her cheek, Jericho steps forward and kisses her. It never ceased to amaze him how alike their thoughts could be.
She pulled out of the kiss, with her smile still firmly in place. It was times like this that she doubted it would go away.
"You know we could just use the shower in my hotel room. You may be shocked to hear this but my bed has room for two as well."
Jericho: Good to know. So, we shower, do our own thing, meet for dinner, maybe?
"That sounds like an excellent plan to me."
Jericho: Good.
Smiling, he picks up his bag and gestures to the door.
Jericho: Shower time then?
With a nod of her head she slips her hand into his free one, and they leave hand in hand.
