Ruaan walked back onto the field rolling his shoulder slowly.
It popped twice.
He stopped walking and stood very still and waited to see if anything was broken. Nothing fell off. The shoulder still moved like it just had opinions about the direction.
'It'll fix itself overnight,' he told himself. 'Probably.'
The murmuring started before he reached the group. He braced himself and looked around and found that nobody was looking at him with the specific expression of people who had just heard something scandalous. They were looking at him with the expression of people who had just watched someone try to lift a weight that was three sizes too large for them and dislocate their own shoulder in front of forty witnesses.
He exhaled in relief.
Yoon appeared immediately, as if he was summoned.
He walked over with his arms folded and stopped in front of Ruaan and looked at him with the calm patience of a man who had given a deadline and was here to collect on it.
