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"Alright, we'll switch from cardio to something a bit easier," you say. "Let's try sit-ups. You do do sit-ups, don't you?"

"What're you trying to say?" she asks with a blush and a frown as she puts her hands on her stomach.

"I don't mean it like that," you say. "It's actually the fact your stomach is so toned that I assumed you work on your abs."

Raven still blushes, but her frown lightens as her hands move from her stomach. She takes her cloak off again and she lies down on the ground. You sit down beside her with legs crossed.

"Legs bent at 90 degrees," you say.

Raven brings in her legs up to make right-angles with them. She also puts hands on either side of her head. She sits up but you notice her feet start coming off the ground.

"Hold on, I'll anchor your feet," you say.

You scoot around and put a hand on each foot. She sits up properly now, and you aren't sure whether to regret or embrace that her chest squishes against her thighs.

"One," you count for her. "Two. Three. Four. Five. Six."

"Stop staring," she whispers, her blush getting redder as she puts her knees together.

"Sorry," you say as you turn your head slightly to the right. "And don't put your legs together, it's bad form for your sit-ups."

She grumbles as she continues.

"Seven," you count. "Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty."

Raven flops back, panting again, her chest's heaving still visible in the corner of your eye.

"Can I rest now?" she asks as she props herself up on her elbows.

"Yes," you say as you help her stand up. "We'll rehydrate in Ops."

She picks up her cloak, and you walk with her to the elevator. You return to Ops and pour glasses of water for the two of you.

"Thank you," she says as you serve her one.

She chugs it down, then lets out a long, satisfied sigh once she finishes. She refills her glass and chugs it again.

"I think I'm done with working out for today," she says. "My legs are worn out."

"That's good," you say. "You reached your limit, and now you can push yourself past it."

"Why?" she says as she sits on the couch. "Do you want my legs to be noodles?"

"Well," you say as you sit with her. "If you need help moving your legs, I could do that for you."

Your smirk as you brush the back of your fingers against her thigh. She blushes but smiles.

"Rorek, stop~..." she says. "Or else we might burn out the lights again."

You two laugh.

"So do you need to meditate and heal again?" you ask.

"I'll just recover normally this time," she says.

"Alright," you say. "But what do you propose we do while you recover?"

"Let's just sit and talk," she says.

"About what?"

"I dunno," she says. "What do you want to talk about?"

That's quite the loaded question. You sip more water as you think.

A) Bring up childhoods
B) Bring up your Father's party
C) Stories about you and your immediate family
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