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[weeabhoo]

Jinto did not wake up, staring at the off white ceiling of the hospital, much as he wished he could have. That would have spared him hours of waiting (being in the 'low priority' cases after Sharef, with everyone who wasn't in imminent danger of dying), then a whole lot of probing and scanning to determine that several of his ribs had indeed been broken and a chip taken off his sternum, then more waiting while alien cries of pain came from behind the holocurtain next door and finally being injected with something that hardened around the break.

He sat up with a groan. This was the second time rough and tumble types had kidnapped him, thinking he was worth more than he actually was. Something would have to be done about those rank tiaras.

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[weeabhoo]

Jinto took it, grateful, leaning on her a bit to avoid doing that again. "Maybe it's a hobby of young bored nobles." He could easily see a younger Spaurh getting into it for the chance to crack some skulls. "Anyway I guess this means I'll have to pick up some CQC skills..."

[ungrounded]

"After you finish healing," Lafiel said. "Stick to your physical therapy and don't over do it."

Of course, if their roles were reversed, there would be no way in hell Lafiel would take that advise without reminding. Or possibly sedatives.

[weeabhoo]

Jinto was keenly aware and didn't hesitate to point it out. "Aye aye, I'll control my temper and ambition." Which was to say that he had pretty much none of either, unlike her.

He would at least start carrying his laser pistol everywhere though. The memory of what happened on Lobnas was still fresh in their minds and he had no wish to make Lafiel worry.

"I guess when you're in the middle of a war you sometimes forget that there are dangers that aren't trying to blow you up."

[ungrounded]

"merely take you prisoner for some ransom," Lafiel said.