( Of course he would worry. Jill smiles softly, though she too is fighting off the urge to simply drift asleep with him next to her; surrounded by the warmth of him and the water of the springs. It is, perhaps, one of the most relaxing things she’s experienced in the past… years. And no doubt he feels likewise. )

It doesn’t. There’s no spread no matter how long I practice; no matter how hard I push myself there is no increase in pain.

( It seems impossible. It seems too good to be true, and the more cynical part of her is simply waiting for the other shoe to drop. But until then — Jill will give it her all. )