All Solomon could do in response to Morgana's snips was chuckle lightly. She wasn't wrong, after all. 

Well, no time like the present, he thought as he forced himself up. He began moving, but at a decidedly slower pace. It was practically walking really, but at least he was moving. After a moment, they were recalled back to the cabin, and Solomon sighed in relief. His body wasn’t just protesting; it was practically rioting in pain.

Still, he had to admit, the pain became practically vanished the moment he caught sight of the feast laid out for them. Dinner had never looked so heavenly before. Without further preamble, Solomon dug into his meal. 

As he ate, he noticed a birthday cake appear in front of Morgana. The girl seemed flustered for a moment, before quickly devouring it. Strange.

“Oh, is it your birthday today?” he asked smiling politely.