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"Owwwwwww shells and shards...."

Z'haq lay sprawled face-down on the bed of the weyr he shared with Teliresa and their baby daughter Zaresa. It was a Threadfall day, and the Wingleader of the Furies had managed to hurt himself catching a badly-tossed sack of firestone and pulling his shoulder something fierce. He hadn't even bothered to wash the sweat and crackdust off of himself when he came home, just peeled off his flight jacket and shirt and flopped on the bed.

"Reeeeeesa," he moaned pathetically, "could you maybe try to massage this out? Right here." Twisting his other arm behind his back, he indicated a spot just below his shoulder blade. "Dig in really deep. And don't worry about hurting me, 'cause you won't..."

Z'haq felt Resa settle in on the bed beside him, and when she started massaging the muscles of his shoulder he let out a groan. "Caught a sack of firestone wrong," he managed to grunt. "Nearly dislocated my shoulder again." He was glad he hadn't; he didn't have much medical knowledge, but he knew that once you dislocate a joint it becomes susceptible to being dislocated again. "Ungh that feels good. I'm going to have to start lifting again, strengthen those muscles."

The bronzerider felt a tiny pap-pap-pap on his back and the coo of his baby daughter, and couldn't help but grin. "Yes, Zari, that helps a lot." He wanted to fuss her mop of curly hair, but he couldn't move under Resa's ministrations.

"So that was my day. How was yours?"

"Somebody needs a nap, do they?" Z'haq said with a grin, ignoring Resa's dimglow remark; he knew she didn't mean any harm by it. Rolling onto his non-injured side, he propped himself up on his elbow and reached for the baby. "Ow," he complained halfheartedly, rotating his shoulder before reaching for his daughter again. "Sommmmmebody needs a nap?" He proceeded to tickle the little girl's tummy, sending her into paroxysms of giggles. "Is it nap time? I think it's nap time."

Forcing himself to sit up, Z'haq scooped Zari into his lap, then reached out with his other arm to pull Resa close. "We can all have nap time," he murmured into his partner's hair, following it with a kiss on top of her head. Leaning back a little, he sighed. "I think drills tomorrow will be practicing throwing and catching firestone sacks. Clearly some of us need remedial training."

Should I let the wing know, Z'haqMine? Eorawth inquired from wherever he'd gotten off to. Most likely the beach, washing himself and swimming in the ocean.

"Yeah, let the entire flight know. We'll make it a joint effort, make sure everyone's up to speed." A Flightleader's work was never done.