Faelyn had slept for a few hours.
Eaten some food Mira brought, carefully supervised to ensure she actually ate, not just picked at it.
The bond sickness symptoms were mostly under control thanks to the tea, though Puffball kept cheerfully warning her the effects would wear off eventually.
Her wounds were healing faster now. Still there, still tender, but improving at a rate that seemed almost magical.
She was sitting up in the corner of Mira's dwelling, the satchel beside her, examining the items more closely.
[Alright, Fur. Time for the fun part!]
'What fun part? There is no fun part. Everything is terrible.'
[The recipe book! Check out the recipe book! It does a cool thing!]
'A cool thing? What kind of cool thing?'
[Just open it and see! Stop being so paranoid!]
'I have EVERY REASON to be paranoid after you materialized this in front of three witnesses!'
[You're never going to let that go, are you?]
'NEVER.'
