“What is it?” Ryre’s voice was low and whispered to mimic hers. He watched as Gisella looked around them and noted the way people looked their way and whispered.
“Not now. Later, tonight. In the gardens?” She waited for him to nod his understanding before she walked away from him and hobbled back to Otho and Roseia. The two of them were waiting for her to help her perform her next act.
Taking in a deep breath Gisella braced herself and continued practicing.
***
Her body was sore later that night. After not having practiced for some days due to her foot injury, her body felt the strain as her muscles had to in overtime, stretching and clenching themselves harder as she pushed her body beyond its limits.
She was so tired by the time she reached Ryre in the gardens that she sat down before greeting him.
He laughed as she hissed in discomfort and helped her prop her legs onto his own. His large hands massaged her aching legs, and the sensation was too good to pull away from.
