"... Still can't believe that healing technique actually works," Grace said as they trudged through the forest, hoping to change the topic. Diana had, for the last several minutes, been bragging Grace's ear off about her battle prowess.
Diana's lips curled into a predatory smile.
"Oh, you mean when you had to—"
Her saying it like that instantly brought the image back, right in front of Grace's eyes.
"Never mind!" Grace's face burned hot. "Forget I asked!"
"You brought it up."
"And now I'm putting it back down. Forever."
Diana shrugged, still smirking.
"Your call. But you're the one who's going to need more practice eventually."
"Ughhh.... Can we please talk about something else? Anything else?"
"Fine. Your swordplay is terrible. You telegraph every move. How's that for a new topic?"
Grace sighed.
"... Still better than the other thing."
