"Absolutely not."


A third time? Oh ... fiddlesticks. She'd forgotten. It seems he has a few chips up his sleeve as far as who's winning this game of ultimate humiliation.

She frowns petulantly, dropping her gaze to her knees.

"The splittin' headache's startin' t'ease a bit, an' my leg don't hurt so bad. I'm jus' gonna — sit. A while. Here."

She doesn't need to be carried around like a swaddled babe, thank you very much.