Sarah and Bishop were seated on a bench in the training room watching as Jareth put Rook through her paces.
“Looks like she’s back to normal.”
Bishop shook his head and made a hand motion that followed Rook’s steps. “She’s favouring her good leg.”
Rook’s katas looked as smooth as they always did. “I’m not seeing it.” Jareth had her repeat the set, a look of concentration on his face as he walked around the woman, a finger tapping against his lips in thought.
“That slide there,” Bishop whispered. “You can see how she’s changed the following two movements to compensate for her injury.”
Sarah still wasn’t seeing the difference. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Yes and no. It’s good that she’s not showing weakness, but bad that it’s being hidden.”
As Rook executed a form that circled around Jareth, he pivoted and swept her good leg out from under her. She dropped to the mats with a grunt and Sarah saw that the leg of her injured side was held out stiffly in front of her. Jareth hauled her to her feet and they began again.
“Were the goblins bogged?”
Sarah suppressed a snort. “No, but I think they might have preferred the bogging. They were sent to the market square. Their ill gotten toffee vanished almost faster than they had appeared.”
Bishop’s chuckles sobered as Jareth unbalanced Rook again. With a brief discussion that Sarah parsed as an obscenity laden exchange of growls, he pulled her up, and this time Sarah could see how off balance she was.
“What was that about? I think I heard a pummelling in there. Are they going to spar now?”
With a wave of his hand Jareth materialised a massage table and disappeared Rook’s breeches along with his own shirt. Sarah really should be used to the casual nudity by now. She had no idea if it was an Underground thing, the result of long familiarity or some combination of both.
“Jareth needs to loosen up the muscles that were abused by the dislocation. We heal fast, but with something like a hip dislocation, a bit of an assist is always appreciated to speed things along. As a comparison, this stage in a human would be occurring weeks after the injury.”
Sarah was momentarily distracted with the way Jareth’s muscles flexed and bunched as he worked on Rook. While she had been on the receiving end of many of Jareth’s massages, the aromatic oils and his strong hands always leading to memorable evenings, the pressure he was using on the woman’s quads was going to leave a mark. She looked to Bishop with a raised eyebrow in silent request for a translation.
“Rook asked if Jareth was trying to make her cry and he said that of course he was.” Sarah winced in sympathy. She’d heard horror stories of physiotherapy and with the beginnings of bruising already visible on Rook’s legs, this did not look like the fun kind of massage.
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Sarah and Bishop were seated on a bench in the training room watching as Jareth put Rook through her paces.
“Looks like she’s back to normal.”
Bishop shook his head and made a hand motion that followed Rook’s steps. “She’s favouring her good leg.”
Rook’s katas looked as smooth as they always did. “I’m not seeing it.” Jareth had her repeat the set, a look of concentration on his face as he walked around the woman, a finger tapping against his lips in thought.
“That slide there,” Bishop whispered. “You can see how she’s changed the following two movements to compensate for her injury.”
Sarah still wasn’t seeing the difference. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Yes and no. It’s good that she’s not showing weakness, but bad that it’s being hidden.”
As Rook executed a form that circled around Jareth, he pivoted and swept her good leg out from under her. She dropped to the mats with a grunt and Sarah saw that the leg of her injured side was held out stiffly in front of her. Jareth hauled her to her feet and they began again.
“Were the goblins bogged?”
Sarah suppressed a snort. “No, but I think they might have preferred the bogging. They were sent to the market square. Their ill gotten toffee vanished almost faster than they had appeared.”
Bishop’s chuckles sobered as Jareth unbalanced Rook again. With a brief discussion that Sarah parsed as an obscenity laden exchange of growls, he pulled her up, and this time Sarah could see how off balance she was.
“What was that about? I think I heard a pummelling in there. Are they going to spar now?”
With a wave of his hand Jareth materialised a massage table and disappeared Rook’s breeches along with his own shirt. Sarah really should be used to the casual nudity by now. She had no idea if it was an Underground thing, the result of long familiarity or some combination of both.
“Jareth needs to loosen up the muscles that were abused by the dislocation. We heal fast, but with something like a hip dislocation, a bit of an assist is always appreciated to speed things along. As a comparison, this stage in a human would be occurring weeks after the injury.”
Sarah was momentarily distracted with the way Jareth’s muscles flexed and bunched as he worked on Rook. While she had been on the receiving end of many of Jareth’s massages, the aromatic oils and his strong hands always leading to memorable evenings, the pressure he was using on the woman’s quads was going to leave a mark. She looked to Bishop with a raised eyebrow in silent request for a translation.
“Rook asked if Jareth was trying to make her cry and he said that of course he was.” Sarah winced in sympathy. She’d heard horror stories of physiotherapy and with the beginnings of bruising already visible on Rook’s legs, this did not look like the fun kind of massage.