Angelique tried to smile, but ended up wincing in pain. Her jaw felt like they’d fractured it. Raising her hand to her jaw, she gingerly explored her left jaw line, noting where it hurt the most. “Long story,” she told him when he asked why she was dressed as a boy.<br/><br/>“Bloody hell,” she muttered in English, “I think the bastards cracked my jaw,” it was painful to talk, her words a bit garbled. Struggling to sit up, it prompted the man to get up and wrap a gentle arm around her, not to help her sit, but to ease her back down to rest on the soft down pillow.<br/><br/>She obediently did as he told her and lay still, to wait for the doctor to come examine her. Exhausted and achy, she yawned, wincing once more before closing her eyes and drifting off to a dreamless slumber.<br/>