((Continuing some days after Prompt: Tease))
She knew her leg needed time, but only three days in and she felt like punching something.
Caedyn hated being on the sidelines of a battle and it was worse knowing she was miles from the Hunt of a dragon. She did have some connections, some leverage, if only she could prove well enough to move with a cane instead of crutches. But that nosy medic... always hovering. She would never master what she was not allowed to practice.
With nothing better to do, she sent a bird to the Keep. She needed something to make the infernal waiting bearable.
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