Today's muscle exercise day. Not the most exciting of days. It just ended up lots of muscle aches and her feeling drop dead tired. She probably would just want to doze off when she touched the mattress later. But for now-
Jan strained to hold her back and legs straight, as she slowly bend her arms. When she finally reached the floor, she kissed the wooden floor boards, and tasted her own salty sweat that had seeped into the wood grain.
A groan escaped her lips. Couldn't help it, she had already went past her limit. Her arms trembled as she pushed back up again. Drops of sweat slithered down her straight body towards her flushed face. Muscle days were awful.
There was a reason why she never went fat from her pigging out at the free dinners from the Kitten and from the breakfasts and lunches at the Rusty Dragon. Clad in just linen chest-bindings (people would assume she had breasts to bind just by wearing it) and a cotton undershorts, both now more than just wet from her exertions, she continued her training.
Puh- Puuuu~ush up.
"Uh'm gessin' yooh wuhnt uh roob-doon afder daht." Jan blinked away the sweat on her eyelids. She had known someone entered the attic room since a minute ago, but didn't think that it was Coleen. Her shift usually didn't finish until long past midnight. She craned her neck, trying to glance the Kellid girl with almost indecipherable accent to her Taldane.
"Nuh un coomin in." Ah, that explained her being back in the common sleeping room. Who would? After the goblin raid this afternoon?
Jan kissed the floor, lowered her legs, and flopped heavily on the floorboards. Feeling stiff all over, but it was not the time for her to stop though. She levered herself up to a kneeling position and started the cool down routine.
Coleen knew what Jan was doing, the whole Kitten knew what she was up to. During the first indecision after finding out she can't hide what she was doing easily, Jan had decided to stop wasting time and get on with training. The girls (and a few of the odder boys) appreciated the view. Jan was short, and though not quite that lean, had a smattering of muscle tones that a healthy layer of fat still couldn't hide. And when she was muscle training, the ones hidden jumped out in clear relief.
At first, she had a crowd every time. Then after a few weeks, it just became routine.
"Blargh." Jan commented on her regime of exercise after she finished her cooldown. Coleen answered as fluently and loquaciously with a snort as she handed over one of carafes of water Jan had always prepared beforehand. Carefully guzzling down the water and keeping from choking, she leaned back and rested on the side of a cabinet. Coleen just unrolled the blankets she used for massage and prepared the oils and balms she used as well.
Waiting for her to finish readying, Jan grabbed a spare towel and wiped off her sweat.
Goblins. In bright daylight. Didn't expect seeing that, she thought. And that last one... Jan blinked and rubbed her ribs. The potion did good work, and the acolytes finished the work after. She barely felt a thing from the now-healed wound. Just a slash of fine pinkish skin, the color of a newborn baby.
She had almost died there... And she had just barely started.
"Cohm." Jan blinked. Coleen had crouched beside her, and then used both hands to lead her back to the laid out blankets.
Was she a mind-reader or something? Coleen seemed to have the ability to sense frustration and moping, and went out to relieve or comfort them. Really, the Madame should have charged more for her massssaaaa~
Coleen chuckled. The little warrior girl was putty under her talented hands.
FEAR THE HANDS!