((Continuing some days later from Prompt: Rumpus))
Caedyn sat on the edge of the bed, her crutches propped unused beside her as she glared at her hands in distaste.
Her brother entered the tent, his brows nearly disappearing into his hairline with surprise at her brooding. "Here I thought ye be pleased."
Caedyn's unhappy grimace soured further as she held the offending item aloft, pinched between thumb and forefinger like a fetid mass.
"Glasses?" Tryggr nearly choked on his laugh. "About bloody time, eh?"
He snorted at his sister's horrified expression. "Ack, ca'mmon Cae. Everyone be knowing yer blind as a bat a' forty paces. Maybe less!"
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