I'm vaguely aware of my surroundings as my tired feet lead me to the Garrison. If I'm ever sent on a solo mission from the king again, it'll be too soon.
"What the hell happened to you?!" A shout drags me from my thoughts. I look up to see Aramis and Porthos hurrying down the steps to Athos' office.
"I had an argument with a Spaniard and a cliff that so happened to overlook a bog." I mumble as Aramis starts checking me over for injuries. "I'm fine, I just need a bath and about three days of sleep." I reassure the probing medic but he only glares at me.
"You got the bath part right little brother." Porthos laughs as he claps his hand on my shoulder. I wince slightly as the shock of the blow jars my ribs.
"'Fine' eh?" Aramis glares going into 'medic mode'. "Bath, now." He orders and I don't bother complaining as I'm led towards the bathhouse hidden near the kitchen.
