He paused, looking up at Tara and just listening. Her voice rolled over him as he tried to take a proper catalog of his aches and pains. None of it was unbearable but the low level ache permeated through him, threatening to spike up if he made any sudden moves.

"Feels like I got stabbed and then hit by a car," he decided, trying to joke. "Not great, but I'm okay. They gonna let me sit up?"