Sleepy Fox Hollow peitsche

"No, not every day," Elfie shook his head. It did not hurt now, but he had this premonition of the excruciating pain just waiting in a dark corner to strike, when he expected the least. 

He leaned down to sniff at the saliva covered willow bark, which smelt bad even without the aroma of Mahler's last meal coating it. But this was no foreign cuisine, this was medicine. Supposed to help him. Elfie peeked up at the old man, wondering, if he could trust him. But then - if Maegi did, why should not he?

So he gobbled it down in one take and swallowed multiple times to rid his mouth of the awful taste and he tried not to retch, when he thought that this had been in Mahler's mouth first. "Uhh... maybe, I don't remember. Maegi found me and I could not tell her much besides my name," he explained, furrowing his brow.

"But I had an awful spell few days ago, and one ghost was too real. I told it to shut up, but it just bashed me in the rocks," he turned the cheek, revealing a healing wound with uneven edges. "I passed out, I guess, and - uh... it was no longer there, when I woke up. So I dunno. Maybe I slipped and fell."