[ he takes another sip of it a moment later, but keeps it in his hand just because it's something to hold on to — in his good hand, not the galra one. that one, he's keeping by his side, fingers curled loosely together. it's how he'd been able to hurt allura, the strength of it together with surprise, he figures. ]
How's your shoulder?
[ but she talks about camp, about more berries, and about eating something, and shiro gives her a nod, his posture slowly changing back to something closer to his usual, something closer to the soldier he is: shoulders going from curled inwards to straight, head lifting. ]
haha....ha....h.a..... please don't remind me ヽ(；▽；)ノ
How's your shoulder?
[ but she talks about camp, about more berries, and about eating something, and shiro gives her a nod, his posture slowly changing back to something closer to his usual, something closer to the soldier he is: shoulders going from curled inwards to straight, head lifting. ]
That sounds like a good idea.