The only thing worse than being bored was not being able to do anything about it. It took Cato less than a week to arrive at that conclusion. Even with the aid of magic, wounds as serious as hers took time to heal, and she'd lost enough blood even holding up a book took too much energy. She felt bad about that, since it meant the stack Marcus had brought her simply sat on the bedside table collecting dust while she resigned herself to staring out the narrow window--not the most entertaining pasttime.
Not that she had much choice. Her only visitors were Isla, Marcus, and occasionally another templar named Jonathan. With Isla being mute and Jonathan indifferent at best, Marcus' visits were by far her favorite. His willingness to talk to her and at least try to allieviate the tedium of her being stuck in bed all day only endeared the man to her further.
She knew part of the reason he was being so sweet was because he felt guilty, but she couldn't convince herself that was that was