Something a bit foul smelling filled my nose as I came out of the darkness of unconsciousness. The smell came in waves of barely noticeable to overpowering. I felt steam near my nose. That was enough to help me break the surface to daylight and to Isobeau, waving tea under my nose. I was having a hard time focusing on her, but I could hear her well enough.

“Ah, there you are!,” she said, “drink this.” She held a cup under my nose.

I stretched, yawned, scratched and loo...