Ty inquired, concern etched in his voice, "I saw you got a head injury. Are you healing up okay?"
"Well, I do apologize for the injury you sustained, but please, don't lay on me when I'm passed out again," Ty muttered.
A hint of sadness flickered in her eyes. "Fine, I won't use you as a pillow if I see you passed out again."
"That's not what I mean—" Ty started, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Todd, stretching and yawning, claimed he had the strangest dream.
Nana, turning her attention to Todd, corrected him, "That wasn't a dream. You nearly got killed by some weird shadow before your 'fatass' landed on top of it."
As Ty opened the door, their bickering continued unabated. He was greeted by the short innkeeper in her customary attire of long clothes with pink accents. "Good morning, young man," she greeted him cheerily.
"I just wanted to stop by and express my gratitude again," she continued in her elderly voice,
