4
“Don’t mind my brother, it’s his time of the month.” Ashleigh flashed him a sarcastic smile and nudged me towards our previous spot. My right leg twitched in pain, but sitting down relieved some of the stress. Careful, I patted my calf, wincing as a burning sensation shot through me. That didn’t seem very healthy. I felt around, gritting my teeth in pain as I found the sore spot. Stupid leg, I didn’t need this now. If I couldn’t walk properly, I’d never make it to the Winter Stone. Although, at this point, what was the use?
“Are you okay?”
I put on a brave face and waved Ashleigh’s concern away. “I’m fine.”
“Fine never means fine,” she replied, pulling up her eyebrow sternly. “Where does it hurt?”
“I’m okay,” I lied, pulling my hands away from my leg.
“It is your leg?”
Damn, if on
