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“Hush, knots in the muscle can hamper healing."Grace teased, still working on his back. "Granted I think most of these knots came before you went and got yourself hurt.” She kept working on his muscles as she spoke.

At his question she paused, looking up at the ceiling as she thought of what he would and wouldn’t be allowed to do. “No heavy lifting, no dragging anything heavy. I would advise not using your arm for anything strenuous.”Grace said,returning to the massage. “And you are damned lucky for your daughter. If she can make you relax and heal I’ll owe her a lot.”

_{Bard made an unhappy sound under his breath. No heavy lifting, not using his arm for anything strenuous… The line of work he was in, her demands were near impossible. And three days, though it may not seem like very much, could mean the difference between a hot meal or nothing for his children.}

_{“And there is nothing you can give me that would unable me to do my work as bargeman for the next three days, without causing my arm further injury?” he groused, clearly dissatisfied with the entire situation. Perhaps even more so because it had been his own stubbornness that had brought him to this point.}