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Alivia nodded at Cinar's assessment of the weather, her mouth setting wryly. She was not a fan of cramped quarters. 

His next statement cheered her up considerably. "Really?" she asked, showing far too much delight in being told that Cinar struggled with lingering pain. "That's my specialty. The medic I trained with called himself a physical therapist. Will you show me?"

She looked him up and down, wondering where the offending injury might be located. Admittedly, it was not the first time her eyes had roved over Cinar's form, and she had not previously detected any hitch in his movement. If he did have pain issues, he was hiding them well.