Nope, totally her fault--she started it all. Her fire, her care, that he'd been thinking of checking on her just like she had come to do on him. Head ducking a bit, there's a pout again. "I..mean...I...Could just dry us with my ki..."

If she's having trouble moving her leg, he won't object. Gives him more time to enjoy soft skin over lean muscle. Long, shapely, she was a marvel when she danced and even though he was nowhere near her grace, he loved doing so with her or watching her. Even more so than he enjoyed training and sparring with her. (Although her kicks were impressive too.)