[Well, at least one of them is amused. Jill doesn't look the least bit entertained by either Cid or the music, so she busies herself with getting to her feet where she takes a moment to rub at her lower back. The spot is tender and with her fair skin, an unseen bruise is definitely forming. Luckily, by the time a certain person gets around to seeing that part of her body unclothed, it'll be gone, no having to explain who and what caused it.
Enough rubbing. It's not doing much good for the injury or her mood. Jill makes her way to the front of the boat, stepping carefully as it hits a bit of a wave. When she reaches Cid, there she is glancing down at all the switches and buttons laid out in front of them with a wary look. There is no trust enough in this world to make her curious enough to push any of them.]
I think I now prefer boats when Mid is at the helm.
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Enough rubbing. It's not doing much good for the injury or her mood. Jill makes her way to the front of the boat, stepping carefully as it hits a bit of a wave. When she reaches Cid, there she is glancing down at all the switches and buttons laid out in front of them with a wary look. There is no trust enough in this world to make her curious enough to push any of them.]
I think I now prefer boats when Mid is at the helm.