Yuna released my hand during sleep exactly as predicted, then occupied the far side of the bed without emotional symbolism. Morning light found both adults rested, clothed, plus physically capable of speaking before any planned disclosure. Neither person treated waking beside the other as automatic consent toward touch or conversation.
"Good morning. Do you want touch, space, water, or the scheduled ride first?" I asked.
"Water, then your hand for one minute. I will decide breakfast after checking my hip," she replied.
I brought fresh water and offered my open palm without climbing any closer. Yuna covered it, breathed through the quiet, plus released after less than a minute because the chosen amount had already worked.
Her right hip showed ordinary post-training stiffness without sharp or spreading pain. My shoulder bruise remained tender, while every health category stayed unchanged from last night's temporary note.
