Note: This is a new exersise for me as I'm not used to writing drabbles. As such, any and all concrit is very much welcome.
Walking
"You're afraid."
"I am not," she scowls.
"Please. I can see it-the way you walk, the way you hold your head. Admit it."
Her hands fist at her sides. "Keep talking and I will show you how afraid I am."
"We'll find you a job out of the fighting-"
Their pace barely falters when she turns and punches him in the mouth. He wipes the blood away with the back of his hand as her face relaxes into an almost-smile, her blinded eyes staring ahead.
She'll need to adapt, but she'll manage. He tells himself he's not relieved.