"Yeah, it looks badass in the movies, but it's a bitch to do in real life," she agreed sadly as he fought from screaming. "Honestly, passing out is a valid motion." She took the kiss and steered him right back to where he was. "Looks like your hurts are all you need to keep bedridden, no need for Gibson's knots or traps."
She scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. "Yes Victor, I made the trip to jolly old England, just to banter for five minutes and then vanish once you've been drugged." Gibson had prepared the guest room for her stay as co-wrangler of the impossible knight. Standing up, she pat his cheek and smirked. "That old bat is a clever one, no? I'll be back with the drugs, and some snacks," she promised and kissed him. "Just hang tight."