Pete let Amber take the pot of ointment as he continued to work the potion into his bare shoulder.  Four hours straight was enough to make anybody’s shoulder sore, and who knew how much longer they had left to go.  He’d done his best to switch up his arms, but Pete had never been any good batting with his left.  It wasn’t that his left arm was weaker, as he made it a point to work it out extra to keep them even, but he’d never been able to get any manner of accuracy with his left arm – this annoyed him to death, but it remained true. 

He pulled on his elbow to get a better reach around his back, digging his fingertips in as he spread the ointment as far as it would go.  He could already feel the soothing effects of the potion seeping into his arm.  

“All that extra practice you tossed on us, seriously, can't say it hasn't helped, can we? It's been perfect."

Pete grinned at that.  How could he not?  He didn’t say anything right off – just grinned and massaged the back of his shoulder.  Finally he looked up at Todd.  “You’re fearless, Maculric.”  He gave the Keeper a firm nod.  “Fearless.  I like that.”

Still reaching around to push that ointment as far back as he could behind his shoulder, Pete stood and moved over to the tray with some food.  He took an apple, and crunched through it as he sat again.  “Ideas,” he said.  He didn’t shout, for once, as he voice was nearly gone.  “What are you all thinking?  Constructive stuff.  No whining.”