“Interesting,” Richard looked thoughtful. “Does magic do that to everyone?”
“I don’t know,” said Thomas. “It might be because I have more magic in me than I’m supposed to have. So when I use it, it drains me more than it would someone else.” He swayed and put his hand on the table for balance. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize,” said Richard, rising from his seat. “Can you summon more magic when you’re like this?”
Thomas shook his head. “I need to sleep first. For as long as possible.”
“Do that, then,” said Richard. “We’ll have a couple of days to recover before we march south to join the refugees and find the enemy.”
“We?” said Thomas. “You’re coming?”
Richard looked chagrined. “I probably spoke too soon on that,” he said. “I’ll be coming if my father is well enough to rule. Otherwise,
