23 August, 1370. Langley Manor, Havietten
It was a string of curses that woke Celia from her restless sleep.
"What the fuck happened to me?" the voice next to her was groaning. "I feel like I've taken a beating."
Celia sat up, holding the blanket to her chest. "We're in Langley Manor. We arrived here last night. Surely you remember?"
"Yes, yes." Tobin tried to sit up in bed as well but his face contorted with pain. Quickly giving up, he fell back against the pillows. "My back feels fucking broken! My legs hurt. Even my ass hurts! What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
"I think it's expected to feel soreness after a day in the saddle, if it's not something you're used to." she said, straight faced.
He squinted up at her. "Are you in any pain from yesterday? Doesn't look like it."
Well, it's not a very fair comparison, is it? I'm not an overweight sloth like you, so I was always going to fare better. "A little bit."
