"And you don't?" I grumble as he ties the bandage closed. He pats my hand and I yank it back from him rubbing at my wrist and testing how much I can flex my hand without pulling at the wound. The bandage is sound, and I still have all the proper motions left in my hand. Good.

Of course then he mentions food, and I can't exactly help that my mood brightens considerably. "Food? What kind of food?"