Shane was not above enjoying a bit of coddling from Lindsay Ward-Darling. When he’d made the offer it wasn’t because he wanted a bit of sympathy, but he wasn’t opposed to it when she asked about his injury and said she hadn’t seen what happened. That was probably best anyway; it was not an example of some of his better flying.

“Is it bad? I don't want to make it worse,”

“Naw, it’ll be fine, just needs a bit of a push to get it going.” The dark haired boy assured her, once she started poking at him, though it was tight; he let the smaller girl tug at the joint and even grunted out a note of approval when she started to loosen up the muscles with her fingers.

He listened, while she chatted and worked for a few minutes. Their little interlude didn’t seem much like they were just biding time until they went back out on the pitch; it was more like the end of a match, none of that stomach knotting nervousness that he’d usually have been fighting with. Without that adrenaline rush though, Shane knew that he’d be off his game. This start and stop wasn’t doing him any favors.

“I'm going to soak it for your when the match is over. Don't let me forget, It really helps, and it smells nice.”

“As opposed to how I usually smell, yeah?” Shane laughed, he’d known what she meant and he wouldn’t dream of teasing her (too badly), not before they went back out on the pitch and with her tendency to hang onto things inside her head long after they should be forgotten. She worked on him until the soreness eased and he nodded to her questions, ready to turn and return the favor but the girl was already off on some other way to improve him and his game. Which had her turning back to the refreshment table.

“I know you might not want to, but you really should, Shane. I'll peel you an orange,”

She immediately went about her task to peel him a piece of fruit and Shane was left to follow her and pluck the orange out of her hand once she’d started about her work so he could take a bite out of it like he would an apple (thanks to her nimble fingers clearing away those gross bits). He chewed and grinned.

“Thanks, Linds. ” The boy said before he put his hand on her shoulder, and starting to press his thumb along the muscle there as promised, no matter how sorry his state she though he was in was.

“How much longer are they going to keep us cooped up, you think?”