Dach the badger looked round as his vision unblurred. The chapel infirmary was whitewashed and the large, high-level glazed windows allowed warm light to pour in. A small stove glowed in one corner, while every surface was covered in gifts, flowers and some obviously hand-made 'Get Well Soon' cards. He lay on a pallet bed, in crisps, clean linen sheets, and his equipment was stacked next to him. His arm ached, and was securely strapped to his side. He could just make out deep scars on it under the light bandages "Oh, look who is awake!" Purred a familiar voice, he looked over to one of the other beds to see his fellow warrior Bowie, preening himself with a mirror. "You took quite a knock, my friend " "Bowie, you weren't even that badly hurt, why are you still in bed!" Dach turned his head to see Lady Door, sitting up in an overlarge wing backed chair, a scroll on her lap. The chair was his sized, so on a Dormouse it almost swallowed her. No w...