When the group decided to rest at Garfont, most went to the cafe to enjoy a long awaited meal. Yet, not everyone was at the tables, talking and stuffing their faces. Instead Mòrag decided to take a more tiring approach to the break.
"47, 48, 49, 50…," says Brighid as she sits on top of her driver, reading a copy of Gentleman: A Study, scoffing at the over descriptions.
"I'm sure I did much more than that…" pants out Mòrag as she continues to effortlessly push herself and Brighid up and down.
Brighid looks down at her, raising one of her eyebrows as she counts in her head, "I didn't count the ones where I wasn't sitting atop of you, those aren't the real challenge."
"Are you saying you're heavy?"
"I'm saying that you should be strong enough to do about 40 more."
They both remained silent after that, the only sound playing through the air comrades yelling, the village children playing, and the sound of Brighid turning the pages.
Mòrag considers herself to be physically strong, of course. She had trained for years to be able to use her Blade's power to her full potential. Though now as she travels alongside the Aegis, she felt as though she had been slacking off on basic exercise. Trekking around Alrest and killing monsters can only get a person so far after all. Lifting weights and doing basic upper body exercises was simply necessary to keep in the shape she needs to be in. It's better than just resting in an inn with nothing to do. The Inquisitor kept going up and down continuously until she heard footsteps coming close.
"Whatcha you doing all that for, Mòrag?"
She can already tell by the footwear that it's Zeke, as well as the rest of her friends. She rolls her eyes and answer with "Exercise, I'm sure you've heard of it Zeke."
"Ha!", he laughs clearly in a jolly mood. "Well someone sure is feisty after doing 100s of push-ups!"
"Actually 125'" replies Brighid as she gets up to her feet making Mòrag fall back down on the ground, the lack of weight throwing her off track.
"You said I was going till 100?" Mòrag pants as stands up and stretches her passes Mòrag a cup of water and replies,
"I thought you could you use some extra sets that all."
Mòrag looks back at her with a dry look on her face. She gulps down the water and dries off the sweat coming off her brow.
Rex stares at Mòrag a bit before asking, "Do ya always train like that?"
"No, not always, but it does help to make the exercise more challenging and by result, more physically rewarding."
"Hmmm… really?" Rex crosses his arms, but just as he opens his mouth again-
"Don't even think about it."
Everyone looks at the Mythra who just appeared to have sensed Rex's idea
"How'd you even know what I was gonna say?!"
"I don't wanna be sitting atop of you while you struggle to do a push-up."
"Oi! I can do a lot of push-ups!"
Nia snorts out a laugh and interjects, "You look pretty scrawny to be doing that…"
"I'm not scrawny! Being a salvager is tough ya know?! I can probably do more push ups than you!"
"Wanna put your money where ya mouth is?"
Mòrag looks between Nia and Rex with Zeke yelling about how he wants to join in to. She gives a loud sigh and turns her head to her blade who seems to be carrying a burnt book.
"That bad eh?"
"You have no idea… come on, let's go back to the inn. I could use a nap." With that Brighid brushes off the ash from her hands and pulls Mòrag with her, the others too distracted by their bet.
Mòrag chuckles at that, "You hardly did anything but count and read." She can feel the warmth of Brighid hand on her arm as the blade goes back to their room.
"Watching you tired me out, what can I say?" Brighid turns her around so they are facing each other, their foreheads touching. Mòrag tries to push away slightly.
"You do know I'm sweating immensely correct?"
"Doesn't matter to me," Brighid softly whispers as she leans in closer with a small smile on her face.
With that Mòrag gives in. Turns out those extra sets were worth it.