5
Kyra woke to the creak of the door. Mikos padded in on socked feet, surprisingly quiet for being as large as he was. She turned onto her side to face him, seeing no point in feigning sleep.
“Salve time?” she asked.
He held up a small glass jar and bag of white cloth in response. “Sorry to wake you.”
“I couldn’t sleep anyways.”
“Pain keeping you up?” He squatted down at her side and reached for her arm. “I’m sure there’s something we can give you for it.”
“I know. Ross brought me something the other night.” She sat up, gathering the blanket around her lap since she slept with no pants. “A tea for pain. Worked like a charm.”
“Well, that explains how you were moving around without keeling over. But it’s a mask. It doesn’t remove the source of the pain. You shouldn’t overexert yoursel
