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the legs of the head of the bed used to keep the bed upright as Bridget used it.
                          Bridget pulled herself up on one of the legs of the foot of the bed single handedly, suspended seven feet up in the air. Her muscles trembled from exhaustion and effort. The firelight caused dancing reflections on the beads of sweat on her body as she lowered herself down smoothly and began another pull-up. She was wearing nothing in the warmth of the fire and her back was to him as he entered. Endrance watched the muscles on her back ripple and shift under her skin and he figured that Bridget had almost no body fat at all. She'd bulked up since the last time he’d seen her. Almost every curve of her silhouette was broken by taut skin over muscle.
                          Her hair was chestnut brown and wavy enough that she chopped it off at shoulder level. Selene had been keeping care of her for the last month, so it looked better than it had during the first few days after the battle.
                          The woman grunted with effort as her chin rose above the leg and she slowly lowered herself, her arm almost convulsing with exhaustion as she pushed herself to do just one more.
                          She had to use just one arm for these exercises. A month ago she had lost her right arm when she nearly lost her life in the throne room. Endrance's healing magic had been enough to tend to the slash and broken bones, but the collar bone, shoulder blade, and shoulder socket had been all but destroyed by Kalenden's barbed sword. His magic wasn't strong enough to save her arm.
                          The ugly scar and deformation of her missing right shoulder and arm disrupted an otherwise symmetrical form. The flesh that healed over the injured shoulder was a pure white splash on otherwise tan skin, looking almost like a starburst from the right angle.
                          Bridget finished her last pull-up and slowly lowered herself down until her arm finally gave out. She dropped onto her feet easily, her breath coming hard as she turned to observe him. She didn't move or take any action to cover herself.
                          "What do you want?" Bridget asked harshly.
                          Endrance inwardly flinched. "I... just wanted to see you." he finally said.
                          Bridget looked down at herself and spread her arm out. "You can't see much more than this." she said.
                          Endrance blushed, focusing at looking her in the eyes. "I mean I wanted to check and see how you're doing."
                          She scowled at him. "I'm doing better, no thanks to you." she finally walked over to the other bed and plucked up a towel, wiping her body down. "Finally am almost as good with my left hand as I was with my right." she admitted.
                          "That's good."
                          "Yeah. Beats not being able to take care of myself."
                          "It does.  Is... is there anything else I can do?"
                          "Yeah." Bridget threw the towel back on the bed and started slipping carefully into some clothes. "You can give me my fucking arm back."
                          He had walked right into that one. "I did what I had to." Endrance said defensively. "You're still alive."
                          Bridget turned back to him, and though she was profiled by the fireplace he could almost see flames in her eyes. "I am?" she asked venomously. "Did you do what you had to? Anyone else there would have let me die a warrior's death!" her voice had risen to a shout. "And somehow you bring me back into this half-life of a cripple!" She