Silvertip Mountain and there's a million things i haven't done

Somewhere deep in the sunset boy's skull, something had gone terribly awry. The fall had jostled things quite thoroughly; the result was chaos. The feeling of something in his mouth registered only distantly at first. Slowly, slowly, as things settled, it came to the forefront. He stirred.
In that moment, whatever connection had broken within him suddenly sparked back; for the briefest second, the chaos that had caused the seizure also repaired the damage done by the fall. Phocion, He mumbled sleepily, contently; for the moment, he was oblivious to what had transpired. It could have been an afternoon nap. Lay down with me. Cortland cracked his eyes open and regarded the priest fondly for a moment— and promptly passed out again.