Cue

Of course, it would have to be Paladin Brock's grinning ugly mug that I wake up to.

"Get out of bed, thing," he greets me with an uneven grin. "I'm in a particularly good mood, wanna know why?"

I glance at him groggily, as I head for the door. I can feel my tongue is whole in my mouth again, but I'm not willing to let him know. My stomach rumbles, and part of me wishes that the Mens Mundi would feed me as well as heal me.