“ What's wrong with her?” Cephas asked from the door, a hand on his breeches, he had come to invite Hannah to ride with him.
“She’s growing her wisdom tooth,” Jasper said, seated beside her lying form, a scowl on her face, a hand on her left cheek.
Cephas made a face, “ Must hurt something fierce.”
“ Talking hurts.” she managed to say and closed her eyes, “ Am I not too old to be teething?” she groaned.
Cephas walked to her bed and sat at her foot, while Jasper made himself comfortable.
“ What are you? Seventeen? Eighteen summers?”
Hannah opened her eyes, sent him a look,
“ I am Twenty summers old, thank you very much.” He answered unperturbed.
“ Then you’re at the right age.”
She moaned and closed her eyes again,
“We’ve all been there, right Jasper?”
“Uh, yeah. Mine hurt for days, I was bed-ridden.” Hannah opened her eyes which were wide with shock,
“ Bed-ridden?”