The sun started to rise, and Aella couldn't lift herself from the bed. His hips were screaming in agony, numb from the inside and burning from the bones.
"Are you okay?" Arad asked, helping her sit.
Aella touched her hips, scratching them, "I'm as red as a tomato and as soft a tenderized piece of meat. I won't say I'm fine as that would be a lie," She smiled, managing to stand up, "Nothing that a simple healing spell won't help with,"
"You sure?" Arad stared at her, feeling guilty as that was certainly his fault.
Aella stared at him with a smile, "I'm not fine, but this isn't a problem," She walked toward his side, patting his shoulder. "Just be gentle with Mira next night. We don't want you cracking the egg inside her."
Arad nodded, "Sorry,"
"You don't have to," Aella giggled, "I did half the moving, remember?" She giggled.
