Lion Head Mesa Nobody died (except me).

His first order, from the little mottled wolf, was to clean some kind of pond, or something. Reyes wasn't sure what to make of that. He had not seen it yet, and did not know what it would entail. Water seemed like the worst thing for his injuries, and aside from that the very idea of water brought a certain anxiety to the ex-pirate. But he could do nothing, say nothing. This was the arrangement.

He tried to stand and began to leave, only to have Tavina there to help support him. Reyes didn't know if he needed to be dismissed or not, and had moved before he realized that perhaps he should have stayed there, to await dismissal.

As he was led from the room by the two sesh, Reyes considered what he'd just signed up for, and knew it would be the longest four months of his life.