Massage

Moreau could guess; perhaps... Abihirt was pretending to be sympathetic after hearing this news, even though the man knew best what specifically happened and ended up with a grievous injury.

"I called your father, since he's quite good at massages. Abi used to always handle my legs when I sprained them. It might be useful for your problem."

Barbara seemed to notice something odd, evident in Moreau's tense face. She blinked. Immediately looked at the woman. Almost... yes, almost said something, though in the end decided against it. Let Abihirt say nothing and they would not get along.

Suddenly the bed rattled. Moreau harbored doubts in the back of her mind knowing Barbara was getting up, as if the woman wanted to make room for Abihirt. There were certain gestures and signals, so Abihirt's tall body immediately bent down to propose a fingertip to the ankle that was in pain.

Moreau winced slightly. Almost brushed off her stepfather's hand, but then only tightene