Lion Head Mesa Nobody died (except me).

Presuming he's been recovering somewhere within Akashingo, with Tavina's and Nala's help, probably?

It had been a week since his discovery among the sedge of Akashingo's limits. He couldn't recall much of his care. His fever grew worse before it receded and once it did, Reyes found a semblance of awareness.

He knew he'd been rescued by the dark woman and that he had somehow incurred a large debt for the work put in to saving him. The leg had been tended to with costly supplies. Thankfully for everyone involved, Reyes had slept through most of the week and did not disturb the treatment at all, so that this one could take full effect.

The fur along his injured leg remained quite thin (it would likely never fully regrow); the wounds to his face were superficial at best, and now were thin scars or vanished completely. He was aware of the medicinal smell of all things, and the occasional conversation being held nearby to him, or out in the hall — but not specifics.

With a groan he tried to sit up. Genuine surprise flashed through Reyes when he found little pain in the effort.