Ramses suddenly felt like a small child whose hand had been caught in the cookie jar. She'd caught him just as he'd gotten upright on the crutches, and he tried to keep any expression of guilt from showing.
It was still damned peculiar seeing Calleigh's mannerisms on his body, and her accent coming from his lips.
"I thought I'd go to the study for an hour and do some translations. I don't have the texts in here and they're heavy." He tried to make it sound like the most natural thing to do.