Reginald's leg was going to be the death of him. He was barely awake but the bugger was throbbing already. It was an absolute misery to him. Had done him no good whatsoever since awaking in this unholy pit. He ought to have Cecilia chop it off. He'd probably be more active with a bloody stump than he was now.
And his ass. The aching was reaching a truly unbearable level when he heard Kiley's voice. That brought things to another light, and Reginald struggled towards being awake. He opened his eyes and shifted uncomfortably, slowing taking in his surroundings. Later, he would be happy he had taken to sleeping in his gym clothes. "Yes, dear," he managed gruffly, his throat dry, voice rough. "Uncomfortable, but I can't imagine that my discomfort is any greater than yours. Are you alright?"