After returning to the inn, Francisco found Catalina already asleep, clearly exhausted. With a distressed sigh, he sat beside her and kept her company until she woke up, still groggy.
"Francisco? What time is it?"Then, suddenly startled, she bolted upright and grabbed her clothes in a rush, heading toward the bathtub."I need to hurry—the doctor is waiting for me! Why didn't you wake me up? You know that after the morning drills some soldiers always end up injured!"
Francisco chuckled helplessly."Did you forget that the entire group left for New Granada today? You can rest for a while. Until new mercenaries and soldiers are hired, there's no one you have to look after."
Already with one leg in the tub, she froze, then slapped her forehead."That's right… I can rest for a couple of weeks."She walked back to the bed and threw herself onto it, covering up with the clear intention of continuing her sleep—without the slightest concern for the clothes she had half-discarded.
