“If you fall down, you great lummox, I’ll find it difficult to get you up, whereas if you’ll just resort to the damn painkillers you’re too macho to take, I might manage to assist you to bed when they’ve kicked in.”
Having disgorged the anger, Aela waited for the fallout. Nairn’s eyelids flickered; his hand gave a limp wave at a bunch of pencils on the desk, the ogle back again. A blister pack of tablets and the original package—a squashed mess of cardboard—were stuffed inside the round pencil canister. She scanned the dosage.
I hope you enjoy them!