Sore
She can always find my sore spots. I'm not sure why or how, maybe it's her profession, maybe it's just luck, maybe she knows me that well, maybe (I like to flatter myself) I can just describe it very well. I don't really care, you pick. I don't care why she started either. This one I'm sure of though, I complained a lot (a whole lot) and finally she just sat me down and said, "Let me take a look, you crybaby" and I stopped complaining. Every night, after we train our respective heroes, she'll rub my shoulders, my back, my arm, my hand, whatever, she'll take away the tension (even if she put it there). It works better than hot baths, surprisingly, and it's equally relaxing. Sometimes we talk and sometimes we just sit and occasionally I fall asleep. I'm not sure how to interpret this interaction. I'd like to take it as a sign that she enjoys my company enough to willingly approach me. It's probably just a way of saying my company is bearable or that she's sorry for smacking me again today. It never hurts when she smacks me, she has such tiny hands, I hold both of them in one of mine- I mean I could hold both of them in one of mine…yeah. She's a miracle worker, for sure, and every night when she asks me if it's better yet, I tell her not quite. And she knows. But she keeps rubbing anyway.