The ribs needed a day.
Not a rest day in the sense of doing nothing. A day of not entering a Rift, not carrying full load, not asking the body to perform at the level the Thornback Boar had demanded yesterday. The bruising across the left side was not serious. The system had flagged it as moderate strain. But moderate strain ignored was the kind of thing that became something worse in the middle of a fight you could not afford to stop.
Kai had learned that lesson in rooms where learning it slowly was not an option.
He used the morning for the things the city offered outside the Rifts.
***
Mira's weekly meeting with the director was at the ninth hour.
