Ellianor stretched his limbs, the injuries he carried had no chance of opening up again, not with the physical strain he placed on himself. 'If I push myself… they will open again.'
He stood outside of the outpost, the doors behind him locked for safety reasons. Kissenn was there with him, resting against the wall in a nap.
Since the Gragas were beaten and they had a moment of respite, Ellianor thought of exercising in an open area rather than the tight confines of the outpost.
He was not built for it. Such a tight place reminded him too much of the office he used to work, and it reminded him of bad memories and days, days he would rather not remember for the time being.
Behind him, Ceres stood in dark robes, watching Ellianor stretch and do light exercises. She was bored out of her mind, and couldn't take the easy route of sleeping things out like Kissenn.
