"Hey, hey."
"Huh?"
"Was it that bad? Her session."
"No."
She manages a smile, "Oh it was good then."
"I-I guess."
Humming, she studies my face, tilting her head under to have a good look, "You're flushed."
"Uh...I...I-"
"If you're not good for training tonight that's fine, you're the only one with unlimited excuses."
"No...no I..I'm just not-"
"Not here, you're not here. It's alright, you can take a break, you've been going at it steady for weeks, doing well even I'm told."
My ears burn hotter and I bite the inside of my cheek, begging for it to stop.
Her hand finds its way to my forehead and she frowns, "I think you have a fever."
"W-what?"
"A fever, while we're here we can get you checked. Come on." She stuffs her hand in her pocket and starts walking.
Stunned, it takes a moment to compose myself and wave at the pretty...Fuck.