Elene winced as she stopped by the window, leaning on the sill while she waited for the blinding pain to subside. Her recovery was going slower than she’d hoped, and the nurse looking over her seemed to take her job of keeping Elene in bed very seriously. Only on the rare occasions when she went out could Elene get up to stretch her legs.
She suspected Gerrin might have told the woman to keep her on bed rest, but that would mean he still cared about her, which was doubtful. Or, more likely, he just wanted to keep Elene out of his way since he no longer trusted her.
At any rate, if she spent any more time on her back without even a little exercise, she was sure she’d forget how to walk. Besides, apart from the two cracked ribs and the bruises, she was fine. As long as she didn’t get into
