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"What's up?" I asked. It was clear something was going on; the three of them looked like they were about to inform us someone had run over our puppy or something.
Aedan glanced at Zev and Larus, fidgeting, then turned back to us. "Larus tells us there's nothing more he needs to do for Alistair - only time will help at this point."
Larus cleared his throat - rather pompously, really. "Indeed. The tissue damage will take time and exercise to heal - I'd estimate a week to be functional, a month to return to your previous strength. The more you use the muscles the better - but without overloading them. Light weights only, increasing only as pain allows. The scar will remain painful but desensitization can help."
He spoke only to Alistair, but I got the impression my husband had already heard this advice, so I guessed it was more for my benefit. I nodded like he wasn't acting as though I didn't exist. "Low intensity, high reps. Got it." I'd never been a weight lifter, but one of my many, failed weight loss schemes over the years on Earth had been going to the gym. I'd hated it, but the lingo apparently stuck with me.
Aedan nodded like he knew what I was muttering about. "The captain is eager to leave Wycome, so we were thinking we could relocate to an inn in the city. We don't want to go to Llomerryn with someone who appears weak, so we can stay there while you recover - at least a week."
Alistair flushed and shifted in the bed. "You should just leave me there and go." His voice sounded strained, though his expression showed nothing.
Aedan and I both jumped in, raising our voices almost involuntarily. "No!" "Not a chance."
I glared at my husband, gripping his ankle tightly. "If you think I'm leaving you alone in Wycome, you've lost your sodding mind. We can afford to wait a week."
Aedan nodded and cleared his throat. "It works out well, actually. Because while we're waiting...Zevran and I can spend the time helping Larus find Arathea."
The healer looked shocked, and I gathered Aedan hadn't run this plan by him yet. My brother turned to Larus with a smile. "We did promise, after all, and I'm a man of my word."
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