Intervar blinked slowly open his eyes, his new wound from earlier screaming at him, and the ache in his brain didn't help matters. He should have known he'd be sorry when he awoke.
He slid out of bed cautiously, noting that his jacket was stolen and Donn was nowhere to be seen. He didn't recall taking off his jacket, so she must've departed.
He examined his arm, which was wrapped in yellow bandages and covered with a towel.
Whatever the woman's name was, she must have come down here and fixed him up because she was afraid it might get infected or something.
Hopefully, she wouldn't inquire as to what had occurred; instead, she would accept that something had occurred and that it was none of her business.
He climbed the ladder, gently, cringing slightly as the glaring light from the kitchen blinded him.
