[For a moment, the only response Nyx gets is another nod of acknowledgment, Regis' hand continuing its gentle massage of his back in the silence, then a sad smile crosses his face.]

It's like being trapped between a rock and a hard place. Clarus would tell me that being tired from lack of sleep and distracted by pain were a combination even more dangerous than the slight haze of the painkillers would be. I never did want to believe him. Pain and I were very familiar companions even then, so I just ignored it and continued on as I always did.

[Regis lets his hand drop from Nyx's back so he can lean across the bed and catch his Glaive's gaze.]

Incidentally, ignoring him is the reason my knee went from merely bad to totally wrecked. It took a fall that almost put me through a glass table in my suite to realize I should have listened and by then the damage was already done.