All the people that sat around Lord Byrum agreed. Danulf got up and offered his ship for passage and rest. He knew they would have to work together for this, even though they had not agreed to formed a team.
On the ship everyone started settling down for the night. Dena, still favoring her left shoulder, sat against a barrel. Her large hound was lying protectively at her feet. Dena seldom succumbed to tears, but tonight was an exception. The pain in her shoulder did not stop the grieving in her soul. Mindy sat next her Dena and placed a hand on Dena’s left shoulder. “Ouch!” Dena groaned.
“I’m sorry.” Mindy said quietly lowering her hand from Dena’s shoulder.
Garrick came over to the girls sitting near a Dena. “Can I be of assistance?” He asked and without waiting for an answer, he touched Dena’s shoulder. “Ah,” was all he said before his large hands grasped her shoulder and arm. He swiftly popped the arm into the shoulder, and she screamed.
“There.” He said. A self satisfied expression crossed his facial features. “It will be sore for a few days.”
“Thank-you.” Dena squeaked out.
“No problem.” Garrick replied.
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