You’d been put on bed rest for the past two weeks, forcing down disgusting elixirs and suffering through Elwin’s light magic thingymacbob every day as you lay in the same position, looking up at the same ceiling all day.

All. Day.

And worse: you’d be stuck like this for the next week as your bones healed, and then you’d have to do another week or so of physical therapy to relearn how to walk. Fun times.

It happened so fast you could barely even answer the questions Elwin had about what and where and how, but you remembered this—fighting the Neverseen after a surprise ambush with only Sophie at your side, getting hit with something hard enough to absolutely shatter your legs, then waking up in the hospital. Everything else was a blur.

Needless to say, Sophie felt awful. She’d (thankfully) escaped with only minor injuries as Sandor and the rest of her bodyguard team charged in moments after you blacked out, saving you both. But still, she sat by your side as much as Elwin would let her, trying to distract you from the pain and the boredom.

“So, um…” The conversation had lulled a little, the both of you sitting in silence as Sophie wrung her hands and avoided your gaze. “How’s the leg?”