Ophelia leaned against the door frame and looked at him, "You know, you are supposed to be resting."
All healed up now, her back only gave her small grievances. Her legs shook as well if she tried to walk around too long. The shaking, she learnt, often led to her legs giving out on her and her hitting the ground. Most her body had lost the muscle she had gained from years of living at the camp. She could hardly shoot an arrow a quarter of the distance she used to. It infuriated her but Seth made sure to kept her calm while he helped her slowly, and carefully, gain back what she lost. However, with the war, he was mainly on the field and she was mainly in the infirmary. By the time they got time together, both of them were exhausted. Ultimately, the process was coming along slowly. She crossed her arms, "This is most definitely not resting."