She grinned. “We don’t have to actually fight monsters. But do you think this town needs help or anything?”
“It certainly wouldn’t look stately.” She frowned. “Though perhaps may come in handy. I shall consider this.”
It crawled to his pocket and ate his knife.
Mrs. Whitlock was very pleased. She grinned at Tam, left some medicines on the counter (even though her son definitely had some already), and retreated to her sewing room.
He woke up on cue, if not very realistically. He did indeed feel awful, with a pounding headache and absolutely no energy. It almost made him regret the ardenol.
Almost. They might both be dead without it. It had come in really handy… he should probably get more, just in case.
“Ugh,” he said, to inform anyone in the vicinity of his consciousness.