Ow ow ow ow ow ow. Aveline, sweetheart, next time we spar, go easy on me, hm? I think you nearly had my arm off with that last hit.
After such a painful and humiliating afternoon (she beats me two times out of three; what's a poor ex-Warden to do?), I definitely need a drink. Auron, you free for a trip to the pub later? Painkillers in handy alcoholic form sound like just what the doctor ordered. Or would order, if I asked a doctor.