Casually, easily, she lets her foot so it brushes the back of his hand. Her shoes are a little dusty from the roads, but neither of them are afraid of dirt.

It's not the same as lacing her hand into his, but they haven't decided if it's safe, yet. Safe to be open. He'd screamed her name in the arena (and fuck them, she's gonna have nightmares about that for months, years) but you could scream for a friend, a friend as good as a sister. It's not automatic that everyone assumes them lovers.

(But she wants-)

"What do you think of them? Down in there?"