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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. bones is not an over - statement, shoulder blades, knees, arms all weeping with overexertion from a combination of drills repeated ad nauseum ; she could not recall the number if she were offered some obscene amount of money for an accurate answer. limbs are spread akimbo from the bench she had rather pitched herself upon and demelza gazes up into the sky she had been a part of not too long ago. “is there a spell for when your legs fall off from plank jumps?” boot - clad feet are held up as though to illustrates but she instead groans and lets them plunge downward once more as hands find the depths of the pockets of her team - branded zip - up. “because mine can’t take it anymore today.”
grayson is all too familiar with an all-consuming aching ━━ though he’s never before attributed it being from plank jumps. “huh,” he breathed out, considering the healing spells that he knew and wondering if there was something specifically for reattaching limbs. eventually, he settles on, “there may be, if not someone can make one.” there’s always a way to find some bit of magic, from somewhere. “oh, that looks rough, are you planning on staying on this bench overnight? i can give you a hand getting somewhere if you need.”