Sean made his way over while I was still watching Jess's dramatic exit, her ponytail swinging with the kind of energy that suggested she wanted the last word even from a distance. "Hey. How are your injuries?"
I shrugged it off. "I've had worse."
"So does that mean they hurt or not?" He frowned, looking me over with the focused attention of someone who wasn't going to accept a non-answer.
"I'm fine, honestly," I smiled.
"I heard your face hit the ground from across the field, so I had to ask," he said simply, like that was a perfectly reasonable thing to have witnessed and then brought up in casual conversation.
I laughed despite myself. "I'm good. Really."
He finally relaxed and smiled back, the concern easing out of his expression. "You did well out there. Round four out of seven before you lost. Two months ago you could barely beat a new shifter."
