Leonor woke up early the following day.
It was so early that the sun hadn't even breached the horizon and she decided to roll over and catch more sleep.
However, as she did, she let out a light groan of pain.
Her lower back was wrecked. When she lifted her arm to hold her back, her arm was destroyed as well.
As she pulled her legs to her chest to curl into a ball of pain, those were sore as well and she groaned in defeat.
"What is it?" Desmond asked, up with a startle, never having woken up like that before beside Leonor.
"I'm so sore," she whined.
The duke sat up and his eyebrow lowered as frustration overtook him.
"Do I need to talk to Quinn?" he asked. "This doesn't seem right."
Leonor peeked from the ball of pain she had hidden herself in and saw Desmond become palpably frustrated.
