He gets out of bed and limps to the basin painted with orange blossoms. He splashes water on his face and looks in the mirror. Once, a Rider of Rohan looked back at him. Now... Now he can barely walk, let alone ride.
On impulse he grabs his sword. Fortified by his anger, he makes himself move through all the positions, willing his crippled leg to follow.
He finishes the stances and turns, meeting an amused gaze. He smiles sheepishly, realizing how he must look running through weapons practice without a stitch of clothes.
She grins at him. "Nice wæpen."
Wæpen is an Old English (Rohirric) word for a certain bit of a man's anatomy.