Resting

Guilt ate away at Desmond more and more throughout the day. It became especially biting when Leonor walked alongside him and he realized just how stiff she was from her training the day before and his insatiable nature combined. 

They greeted their help as they took their cloaks and put them away to warm up and be fresh for them when they returned to the palace for dinner that evening. 

As they walked down the hallway, Leonor went slowly. The closer they got to the bottom of the grand staircase, the more dread filled her heart. Her low pain tolerance combined with how she was feeling wasn't going to be a pretty sight for Desmond to witness. He felt too bad for things that she had done to herself. 

It wasn't he who forced her to push herself past her limit the day before anyway.