Tristan halted his movements, his gaze falling on his hand where Celine had grabbed his wrist, a fleeting emotion passed by his eyes in that moment, but he didn't say anything.
Realization hit her and she came to her senses quickly releasing his hand, grabbing him in a haste had been sort of from instinct since she thought he was leaving, but coming back to her senses she quietly cursed herself.
"Is something wrong? Are you still feeling pain?" He asked wondering why she'd held his hand.
Celine was about to shake her head since her ankle didn't hurt much anymore, but then seemingly realizing something she quietly nodded saying, "It... It still hurts a bit."
"Let me see." He went on his knees again picking up her feet.
"No, it's fine..."
"Let me." He insisted as she tried to remove her legs again, then he once again put gentle pressure on her ankle around where she twisted it earlier.
