1 Work in Rhal'Jakk Tessarran
"It's fine," Rhal said lightly. He rolled his shoulders once, his own arms stretching out. "I am used to a bit of sore muscles. It's not like I am as strong as you, or especially Zaltanna. In many senses."
Balance found himself blinking, caught the frown just before it fully formed. Then decided that it deserved a frown.
"Rhal, that isn't --" He had to pause, turning the words over in his head for a moment. "At the risk of sounding like Zaltanna, that might be the stupidest thing you've said."