(Munk's POV)
I sat in silence while Jenny stitched my wounds; I knew Jenny was not in the mood to be messed with. I know she was only worried about me, but still Jenny can get pretty mad when she's worried.

"Lie down, Munk," her voice was gentle for now anyway. I obeyed with only a little wince as she started to clean up my wounds. I was feeling weaker again, as if something was draining the energy out of my body. Exhaustion overtook me and I let my eyes drift shut.