Does your knee still hurt, Sassenach?" he asked, seeing me rub it. It hadn't ever quite recovered from being strained during our adventures on the Pitt, and climbing stairs provoked it. "Oh, just part of the general decline," I said, trying to make a joke of it. I flexed my right arm, gingerly, feeling a twinge in the elbow. "Things don't bend quite so easily as they used to. And other things hurt. Sometimes I think I'm falling apart." Jamie closed one eye and regarded me. "I've felt like that since I was about twenty," he observed. "Ye get used to it." He stretched, making his spine give off a series of muffled pops, and held out a hand. "Come to bed, a nighean. Nothing hurts when ye love me." He was right; nothing did.
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ An Echo in the Bone ]
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