Carrion threw the cloth he was holding onto the table beside him. “The injustice! You dream of your girlfriend, you’re healed by her, get laid, and wake up brand-spanking-new. Meanwhile, I dream that I’d been turned into a goat, and I wake up with a mouth drier than the glass flats, covered in suspect pox marks!” “She isn’t my girlfriend, Carrion.” He gave me a pointed, very unimpressed look. “Your relationship status with Saeris Fane was the least important thing I just said, Kingfisher.”
