"Are you including yourself in that last category?"
"Yes."
"At least you are honest."
"I try to be. Now reset."
By the end, Rohan's shoulders ached and his left forearm felt stiff beneath Iri's wrap. Liora's limp had worsened, though she tried to hide it by turning away while putting the short spear back on the rack.
Rohan watched her for a moment.
"You should rest."
She stiffened.
"I am fine."
"I did not say you were weak. I said you should rest."
"That is usually what people mean."
"I am not people. I am the idiot who puts his arm in monsters' mouths, remember?"
That made her pause.
Then she sighed, the tension leaving her shoulders in visible stages.
"I hate that I need to be careful with it."
"With your leg?"
"With everything. Before the skarn pocket, I knew my limits. Now I keep finding new ones, and they are all smaller than I remember."
Rohan walked over and leaned against the weapon rack beside her.
"I know that feeling too."
She glanced at him.
