Literature
Live and Let Die Chapter 9
I slowly woke up to face a fire roaring strongly. My hand reached up and brushed my other arm's shoulder, and I noted that it was bare. I shifted to sit up but my side immediately had a sharp pain, instantly helping me feel a tad woozy. "The Listener is not fully healed, she should rest more before attempting to move!" a familiar voice scolded. I didn't answer, just closed my eyes and sighed heavily. "Is the Listener thirsty?"
I tried to croak no, but my throat was too dry and my voice cracked some. I felt a velvet glove pat my cheek and force me to lazily open my eyes. The jester was handing me a tankard. I took it and sloppily chugged it d