Sawtooth Spire maunon

It wasn’t possible to sleep, especially after his cursory search for herbal treatment turned up naught. Caracal slumped down beside the mess of bones and feathers and just tried to take it easy as he wondered how long it might take Heda to fetch help.

It didn’t take nearly as long as he expected. The sound of her voice startled him from a stuporous drowse. His one good eye blinked blearily at her and he said nothing for a solid minute as his pain-addled brain took a moment to reboot.

I already did, in the river, he told her groggily. And though he was a little afraid to ask, he added, How’s it looking?