"You just want to cool off," Lea mutters, and reaches for the hem of Hanna's tank, top. He stops with his fingers hooked in the cloth, a little seriousness sneaking into his expression as he meets Hanna's eyes again.

"You're sure it's okay?"

Hanna's healing, he knows, but he's not sure how much difference that makes. They're not in their room, and it might not be the best time to try pulling his shirt off...

... although, Lea has to admit, he'd like it.