The medicine left Asche dragging a little that morning. She leaned into Damian as they walked to class, her head against his right shoulder. But there was also an affection to it, albeit mildly antagonizing in nature at the same time. With her arm wrapped around his waist, Asche alternated by innocently stroking his side and occasionally snaking her hand under the hem of his pants to rake her nails along the left side of the V line of his abdomen - and though she was quick to mask her expression each time, she couldn't help the brief self-satisfied smirk that came with each twitch and jerk it caused.
She kept it up off and on until he finally seized her wrist in restraint.
Asche tilted her head inquisitively. As they broke off the main trail the path narrowed. She brought her horse up behind the one Damian was astride and trailed at a safe distance, waiting to see where he would take her.