Bearclaw Valley if the lord's willing and the creek don't rise

The poppy seeds had worn off, leaving Blondine back to her sober, suffering self. While she didn't regret going at it with the wolverine, she did regret losing. Oh, well, she thought — there was no use in dwelling on the past when it was too late to change it, anyway. Luckily, it seemed that the migraine had subsided enough for her to move around freely, albeit with her head hung low and her good eye barely open so as to prevent any strain. 

Blondine thought that she must look mighty strange parading around the territory with her head darn near between her legs; she hoped that she wouldn't come across @Xan and have to face the embarassment of explaining what'd happened, or having to run through the tale of Indra's impromptu surgery. She'd have to face him eventually, though, even if she dreaded it.