Ghosting the Hero
“Rinway came to her and eased her back to the bed. “You were in there for a while. Your readings are a little extreme.”
Simry snorted. “I feel more relaxed, so it was worth it. Seven stations cleared, and now, I am heading downstairs for something to eat.”
“Do you need a hand?”
“Just my cane.”
Rinway winced. “Right. Give me a minute.”
Simry tried not to use her cane unless she needed it. It was a reminder of her early years with a broken leg that hadn’t healed and a limp that came everywhere she did. During her first week on Teklan, Reset had healed her leg, but she still limped when she was tired, muscle memory took over so that she shifted her weight and staggered when she walked. Today was one of those days.
Rinway brought in the cane and handed it to her.
Simry smiled and got to her feet. The carvings were the same ones her father had etched into the wood when she was fourteen.
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