“Oh, thank you so much,” Lindsay sighed when Shane agreed to stretch her out a bit in exchange for some help with his own shoulders. If she was going to go out there and make herself bludger bait then she needed to convince her muscles that swinging a bat like hell was a good idea. Shoving food into her mouth had helped her loosen up her fingers enough that she could now bend them almost normally. Her shoulders were more important than her fingers right now, though – she very rarely made it through a match with all of her fingers completely intact anyway. “Did you get hurt?” she asked him, starting out slow by just giving his poor shoulder a good, firm rubbing, trying to heat it up and get out the tension. “I didn't see it,” she admitted. “Is it bad? I don't want to make it worse,” she admitted, seeming to examine it a bit. She knew how easy it was to aggravate an injury when it was fresh. He seemed okay, though, from what she could tell. Lindsay considered herself an expert on bum shoulders, seeing as she had one herself. 

Convinced that he wouldn't fall apart if she touched him, she finally gave Shane's shoulder a good tug and began working on stretching it out. “I'm going to soak it for your when the match is over. Don't let me forget,” Lindsay insisted, “It really helps, and it smells nice.” Clearly she now had some confidence that they were going to survive the match, since before they'd started playing she'd been fairly certain that everyone was going to die out there. It was still a possibility, but she no longer had the energy to be especially conscious of it. “How's that?” she asked, “better?”

“You should eat something,” she coaxed, finishing him up. “I know you might not want to, but you really should, Shane. I'll peel you an orange,” Lindsay decided, taking a few steps back toward the table, seeming to forget he'd promised to stretch her next. All of the stretching in the world couldn't help her if she stepped back out onto the pitch and wasn't convinced all her her teammates were taken care of. True to her word, she found an orange and began peeling it, which was working her poor, tired fingers enough to loosen them back up. Apparently she felt her own shoulders could wait.   


we don't realize our faith in the prize unless its been somehow elusive
how swiftly we choose it - the sacred simplicity of you at my side