Friday put down the weights and caught her breath.
"You okay?" asked Eron.
"Fine, fine," Friday panted.
Eron paused, wondering if he should say anything, then changed his mind and went back to his own workout. They'd already had this discussion a few times - there wasn't really anything else to say.
Friday stood and walked around the gym for a bit. In some ways she still felt like she was recovering from Heritage: she knew she wasn't enjoying the previous level of fitness she had been used to. It bothered her, but it didn't seem worth complaining about, not with how delepeted the number of slayers were now. Especially as some of them had simply lost their slayerness all together. She was still one of the strongest slayers around - she had no real cause to complain.
Friday returned to the weights.