[Natasha doesn't entirely hide a wince as she stands. It's easy to forget about her legs when she's sitting—they become a sort of background discomfort until she moves them or puts her weight on them. Then it's a sudden, very clear reminder that they're not made to move the way they used to anymore, but there's still not really any other way to move them.
Most of the time she covers it up and uses them anyway, faking it with the help of painkillers and alcohol. Not usually in conjunction.
Sometimes she can't, though.
The expression is gone almost immediately, though.]
I'll take it. Here...
[She tries not to limp as she moves to join Rin. It's a marginally successful attempt.]
You know, you didn't have to do this. I didn't get you anything.
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Most of the time she covers it up and uses them anyway, faking it with the help of painkillers and alcohol. Not usually in conjunction.
Sometimes she can't, though.
The expression is gone almost immediately, though.]
I'll take it. Here...
[She tries not to limp as she moves to join Rin. It's a marginally successful attempt.]
You know, you didn't have to do this. I didn't get you anything.