Kelyn turns, glaring at the assembled throng and the curious gawkers who just happened to be walking by, and closes the door on them all. Going back to the bed, she takes off her glasses and scowls. "What is this, a parade?" "Mmph," says the bed, and she turns. "Jory?" "Mph. Kelyn?" "How do you feel?" He sits up gingerly, one hand to his head. "Like I got trampled by twenty kauren. Wait, is this my wagon?" "Drink this," Kelyn says, stirring some of the willow bark Peran had given her into water. "It will help with the pain." "Never mind that, why am I here?!"