Keith hasn’t moved away and finally his own embarrassment is creeping in. He shoves it down. “My side is fine. Twinges every time I even think about moving.” He takes a swig of water and downs his dose of painkillers. He offers the bottle of water over his shoulder. “I’ll see the healers later and see what they can do to put me back on my feet.” He isn’t a fan of medical areas or being prodded by doctors. But this is the fighting ring and he knows its halls as a base.

That always makes it easier. Like being warm and comfortable makes it very easy to lay around in bed when he normally would be up by now. Moving would hurt Keith so he has even less desire to get up. For now. He passes back the pills once Keith takes the water. Despite his injuries he feels pretty good. The sleep had done him wonders. “We should get breakfast in a little bit.” He hasn’t said it out loud but the invitation to go back to sleep is there.