She shifted a bit and made herself not lean into him, since she was sweaty and dirty and he...well, he wasn't. A faint smile touched her lips and she lifted one leg up to gently massage her calf.

"It just hurts sometimes, even now. Scars are hidden but sometimes people brush those scars, or too closely to them...and sometimes they flare up in memories."

Cayden rubbed her face, her head tilted off to one side after a moment or two. "I deal with it, in my own way. This is..the only way I can, really." Ignore the blisters on her toes, the fact that she hadn't danced like this in quite sometime.