There wasn't much for Zert to do as he lay in bed, it was a comfortable
bed though, and waited until he was healed enough to get out of this
place. Even though he hadn't been here long, he really did like his
private room here at the warren. He was having dreams, or better yet,
nightmares about the pool and his journey through it to this new land.
Then the village with all those bodies and the fire, to send their souls
on their way, that got out of hand. Then the final two straws, the fight
with the wraith and the injury received and spending entirely to much
time outside in the cold trying to find his way back to the warren. It
sure was nice to know that he had been missed enough that someone was
sent to look for him when he never showed back up at the warren. Now he
didn't feel like he was getting any better at all, but it seemed that
the woman healer that helped him when he first came in was doing her
best to keep him from getting worse. Well, he hoped that anyway.

He must have been sleeping when someone sat down on his bed next to him.
He hadn't heard them come in the room, but heard a few words that were
being spoken to him. He didn't know who it was yet, he did know it was a
female though. Maybe it was the Warrenlady coming to visit him. But
maybe not. Since he had been given something for his pain his mind was
pretty fogged up. As his visitor continued talk they were beginning to
sound upset, even angry. Trying to be ever helpful, Zert reached out
from under the blanket and grasped the woman's hand with his and as he
gave it a tender squeeze he felt a drop of liquid hit his hand........