"You ought to sit closer to the fire, Princess. Your clothes are sodden. You're going to be the one catching a cold at this rate," Vale cautioned. Though she'd been at the heart of battle a few hours before, she hadn't shown a single sign of her true fatigue, and had doted on Penelope with even more insistence than she normally would.
Penelope pulled a face. "Vale… I wish you would put as much attention into your own care as you do in mine. You've been favouring your side, haven't you? It must hurt."
"I'm fine," Vale assured her.
"Are you sure?" Vagrin chipped in, arriving at an opportune time, a glint in his eyes. "I think we ought to take a look regardless."
Even the innocent Penelope, always willing to see the best in people, could tell that there was an ulterior motive to Vagrin's insistence.
"On second thought, perhaps we had better wait until they put a tent up for us," Penelope said, much to Vagrin's disappointment.
