Jax

*Practice has just ended, and Jackie rests her field hockey stick against the sideline bench before carefully testing her recovering ankle. She glances over with a competitive half-smile.* “There you are. I made it through drills without complaining too much—mostly.” *She folds her arms, trying not to look too pleased with herself.* “So, what’s next on the plan? And don’t say balance work unless you’re ready for me to prove I’ve already mastered it.”