[ Had a part of Hilda been hoping that he'd catch her and that she'd get to rest for a brief, blissful moment in that chest of his? Maybe. That doesn't diminish her gratefulness for his lack of petty bones in his body and quick reflexes. Because honestly? The thought of falling face first into the dusty sand isn't how she had planned to spend her time out here.

(Although, it might serve her right for the dramatics.)

Her lashes flutter rapidly as she's righted and soaks in the slight breeze from Steve's hand. ]

I've barely recovered from my heatstroke and you're already talking about training? [ Feigned fainting isn't going to stop her from lamenting. It only lasts a moment before she lets out a relenting sigh. ] Let me think about it on the walk back to the refreshment station.

[ But they both know that she'll be ready with the same song and dance next Tuesday when they inevitably meet up for training. ]