Oh. Considering I was going to do exactly that, I don’t know what to say. He glances over. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you limping?” I look right back at him. “We’ve been walking all day. Some self-righteous rebel told a mob to beat me to death a while ago. My right ankle is starting to give me trouble.” “Oh, right. I know how you feel.” He holds out his hand and flexes his joints gingerly. “Some stupid prince broke my wrist a few weeks before that.”
Ahhh i love their witty banter
