Part 361: Ricken C

Ricken, how are you feeling? Are your little legs tired from all the marching?

Hey, I'm not a child, you know.

Apologies. I didn't mean to imply that you were a child.

I'm just worried you might be overdoing it. There's no shame in admitting you need the rest- we all get tired sometimes.

Not you! You're always full of beans! I've never heard you complain once. I don't know how you keep going all the time without stopping...

It would take a lot more marching than this to wear me out, I assure you.

Ha! I know. I could march all day!

Then why are your legs still quivering like pudding?

M-my legs are NOT quivering like pudding!

Ricken, you can barely stand. If the enemy were to fall upon us now, you'd be dead. Listen, when we set off again, I want you to ride in one of the convoy wagons. You might even have time for a quick nap. You could use one.

Hey, I don't need a nap! I'm not a-

Once you're feeling better, I need your help with some camp chores. But you're no good to me right now. So sleep. And that's an order!

Fiiiiiine. Sheesh. (leaves)

Goodness. THAT was difficult...