Body ache. That was what Darius got from last night's adventure. It was rather cold in the secret garden, and he was the one doing so many stunts. He even tried to pin down Nicholai and initiated a game of rolling around the grass naked. Just like what he figured, Nicholai was a lot more impatient than him.
"Dammit. If I stay down, my body is broken. If I stay up, my body is still broken. What kind of fate is this? Can't I wake up like a sunshine maiden like him?" Darius complained in a grumble as he walked across the hallways to find his way to the Infirmary Hall. He was supposed to check up on Sancho's progress today, but he couldn't even shake off the thought of asking for pain relievers from the Matron.
It wasn't his fault if his mate was still such a monster despite a weakened body, was it?
