He wanted to go work off his misery in the ring, but couldn’t move either arm well enough to even take a few jabs at a practice dummy. After Kirian left, he found himself drinking wine in his chair by the window until he could no longer feel the pain in his arms or in his heart. When Chiss came to remove the wine jug and get him to bed, the servant asked no questions. Callo slept the sleep of the deeply inebriated, but the next morning he still felt awful.Now, with his left arm beginning to move normally, he was free to go where he wanted. He felt that not all was right with the other wound. He followed the physician’s instructions with care, but knew his recovery was in Jashan’s hands. He refrained from watching Yun’lar’s face when the man checked the status of his wound, and snapped at Chiss when the man suggested they have Healer Kirian in to look at it. He held it firmly against his side to ease the pain and refused any more mellweed.He went to the ring very early the next day.
